When the wind and rain come, there are only flowers like flowers in the rain, mowing down every period.
When a best friend betrays you, there is nothing to rely on but the person on the other side of the knife.
Praise the bright moon and the beautiful old Qing Dynasty, the clouds pass through the pine garden and the flowers remain the same.
Listening to the flute in Makino in autumn brings color to the blue water of the river.
It doesn't matter, she still has him.