On an autumn night, the golden mignonette was in full bloom, and a letter that appeared inexplicably in the early morning aroused my curiosity. The moment I opened the letter, I fell into a fantasy: an empty transparent city, a street full of sweet-scented osmanthus, and a swing exclusively for two people. I walked and danced with the person I missed. When the sweet-scented osmanthus flowering season came to an end, she quietly left the show. The clock struck two o'clock, and I suddenly woke up from my dream. Everything just now was an illusion. Only the fragrance of osmanthus that filled the room witnessed the deep-seated longing in my heart, and the fact that we had long been integrated into each other. The feelings you have after listening to Naina's "Golden Mushroom" vary from person to person.
Intention: It feels like it is describing a love that has passed away, maybe; or it may be that I want to be a true self, in my own world, like me and "me". It doesn't matter, good or bad. It's enough to satisfy yourself in this short period of time.