The faint years come and go, the screen makes the sunset
Half of the flowers have faded and half of them are thinking about someone. You won't give me any thoughts.
It's such a long night when the oil is gone and the lamp is out. I toss and turn and can't fall asleep.
The flying catkins are not snow after all. I feel like I can never get them back.
Who did you draw in the landscape in splashed ink? I spread out the scroll to describe the characters.
I never had you for a whole night, but he had your hand-painted thoughtfulness
The signature in the signature is "I regret who you have hurt. I can't bear to see the tears spreading inside the rice paper."
Your delicate touch has everything about him. When I'm around you, you don't feel it.
It's such a long night when the oil is gone and the lamp is out. I toss and turn and can't fall asleep.
The flying catkins are not snow after all. I feel like I can never get them back.
Who did you draw in the landscape in splashed ink? I spread out the scroll to describe the characters.
I never had you for a whole night, but he had your hand-painted thoughtfulness