The night falls without a shadow and the moon is vast. I sing alone in front of the flowers and under the moon.
I glanced at the old love and sighed, a beautiful face was in my heart.
The dark moon is clearing the sky and the night is still young. The silver fox is born in a cold place.
Everything has its own cause and condition, and it turns out that everything is empty.
The woman is dressed in white, with a bare face and flowing silver hair.
The man plays the piano with one hand and the Buddha tree with the other. His long dark hair is fluttering in the wind.
Pieces of pieces, bits and pieces of past and present lives, are reappearing before my eyes one by one...
"Will you wait for me?"
—Silver·Fox·Dream—
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