Clear dream drunk
The midnight wind hurt my hair.
A clear song tells the story of so many joys and sorrows.
Time flies, but dreams remain clear.
In the blink of an eye, my heart was shackles.
An ethereal soul, a fading dream.
Looking back, the snowy hair hangs lightly and there are no traces of tears.
Love, hate, hatred, so much worry.
It's better to divide the land and die of heartlessness.
I thought everything was getting better and we could go back. But no, nothing has changed. We neither retreat nor advance, the merry-go-round skims the decay of time. It's not that we met at the wrong time and place, it's just that we weren't suitable. Sometimes I think I would rather never know each other, even though I feel reluctant to let go. Even though I still love you so much.