The sunset is gray and yellow, and the afterglow is stained with clear frost.
Orange is fiery red, and only the branches are left uneasy...
The rings of the year are engraved in time, and the dream of perfection will not last too long.
Alienated from time, I am too far away to see the crowd.
But I've been waiting for you...
Late spring and early summer.
Forgive the time. We fall in love in different seasons.
The oranges have fallen and become red again.
The staggered fate is left in the river of time.