My dad said he picked me up in a pea field, so he called me Peas. I don't have a mother, but luckily I have my seventh brother.
Seventh Brother said, "He will always protect me... Later, Seventh Brother left. At this time, he came. He named me, dressed me up, gave me a brush, a roll of drawing paper, and the Red Wall High Courtyard."
Pea field, sycamore tree, I think about it over and over again.
The fragrance of sandalwood, the falling cherry blossoms, and the longing for each other.
