I love the grass growing by the stream and the orioles singing in the deep trees.
The umbrella can cover the rain in the sky, but it cannot cover the rain in my heart. I simply raise the knife and become a stubborn person.
In the daytime, the gods are ringing and the ghosts are no longer around, and the stubborn people are singing long songs with their swords raised.
The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing.
Who says you can't disobey God's script?
