If fate has God's will, will all this never change again? Everything is just a passing cloud, close your eyes, no longer miss, no longer attached, no longer believe, Keigo, but I can't let go of your hand. --By Yu tide
Jian Jia Cang Cang,
White dew is frost.
The so-called beauty,
On the water side.
Follow it back,
The road is long and difficult.
Follow the journey from here,
Wan in the middle of the water.
Jian Jia Qiqi,
The white dew is still fresh.
The so-called beauty,
On the water of Mae.
Follow it back,
The road is blocked and you can advance,
Follow the journey from here,
Wan in the water.
Jianjia Caicai,
The white dew is not over yet.
The so-called beauty,
In the river of water.
Follow it back,
The road is blocked and to the right.
Follow the journey from here,
Wan is drowning in the water.