Who makes a pot of tea on the cliff
Warm concerns about past lives
And I'm adjusting to the thousand-year time difference
Drink all love and hate
Time beats on the rocks
I cut off my long hair again
And which household are you in this life?
I want to speak but shed tears first
Butterflies are still madly in love with flowers
You missed my years
Miss my reincarnated cheeks and black hair
do you still love me
I'm waiting for a word from you
Walk all your life and look to the end of the world
The furthest thing is the sunset
The memory of reincarnation is slowly fading
Where is it forever?
Intention: