Farewell before the song is over
The moon in front of the pavilion looks like it is missing
Waves of ink become pages, years have been annotated
Who knew that hair on the temples would be as white as snow?
Difficult to display in sunlight
A promise made in the wind in the coconut grove
midsummer night half day and
Regardless of the weirdness, embrace each other and smell the joy
The beauty came and was tangled
Lip color curled up without realizing it