The sun penetrates the weakest line of defense of the heart.
So, silence covered up the plea that was stuck in his throat.
The chapters we left behind during that period of youth are still tracing back to the pure whiteness of the past.
The teardrops in the corners of my eyes are like hot pearls, but they are so dazzling when burned on my chest.
A gorgeous turn,
Take away the heat of this city.
If I love you, I am destined to greet happiness with my back.