The wind has gone, the rain has stopped, and the people have dispersed
Who remembers me, who forgets me, who loved me
Clouds scattered, flowers fell, tears fell
You said you love me, but you let me go. The other side of the sky
swamp of longing
long river of memories
Lure me into trekking
But swallowed me up
Hold me, call me, save me
Don't let me fall into the deep twilight
The flowers have fallen, the dreams have been shattered, I have missed them all
I can't get anything I ask for.
How can this lonely boat cross the fast-flowing river?
How can flowers bloom in the endless desert?
When can passers-by meet again?
How do I round up the fragmentation of a story?
