Life is like a dream, and what lingers in the dream is the hesitation that I don't know for a long time.
Reincarnation, separation and separation under my feet, I am the only one who looks at me coldly from the high platform
I haven't looked at it for a long time. The flowers on the other side of my feet bloomed and fell without even realizing it.
My clothes are torn and my heart has changed. What kind of expression can I look down at?
So, I closed my eyes
I thought this was my own path...