He has calm eyes and likes to sip wine quietly and watch the passing smoke in the wine.
I like to see the embarrassed expression on that warrior's face, with the corners of his mouth curled up and the hint of tenderness leaking from his brows.
She is the sadness in the corner of fate's eyes, turning into the wandering stars,
A foreign country, a foreign land, no past, no future.
He called her to listen, and the wheel of fate began to spin,
Then, I saw the turmoil in the man's pale eyes,
Love is just time and obstacles,
The meteors streaking across the sky are beautiful and short-lived,
All that is left in the sky are scars hidden in the darkness...