The meandering water is rippling with singing
The wooden building is hung with lanterns
Surrounded by people of all races
But we are brewing together
The intense passion?
Narrow gravel street
The quiet fragrance of tea and wine
in every pair of eyes
But are you all looking forward to it?
Looking forward to…
those ancient utensils
There is a vague aura of unknown
The lonely stone bridge and the low flowing water
But I'm also looking for a period
Memories long gone?
Open wooden bar room
Colorful butterflies shuttle
The tilted wine glasses are clashing
The popularity of song after round
Can you open up your reserved heart?
This passionate night
This time and space where the wind is stagnant
This pure and beautiful state
Holy water from melted snow mountains
Has it ever warmed your holy aura?
(Change)