The dust has not settled all over the temples, where is the wandering body.
In the place of wandering, I love each other and play the piano with my bare hands, breaking away from the sorrow.
In the dim land, it should still be there, and my heart is drinking the flute without forgetting each other.
I am also pure in nature, I have no intention of falling into dust, and the blue clouds are swaying, but the dust has become confused.