Is anyone waiting for a flower to fall?
Is anyone concerned about a crescent moon?
Is someone knocking on the wooden fish to read the first life?
I don't wait for the flowers to fall, and I don't want to miss a trace of loneliness.
I don't care about a crescent moon, I don't think about you.
I won't recite a mantra to save people, and I won't be buried in the world of mortals.
I don't think of great mercy, I only think of beauty.
I don't read ancient poems and poems, I just read "good wine".
I don't think about the gamble of life, I just think about "giving money."
"Thank you, please call me Xiaoxiaosa~"
"You're welcome, little rascal."