The flowing water is so clear that it doesn't carry even a grain of sand.
The predecessor was left to weather upstream
But that day when I passed that dam
The setting sun shines again, flashing once
Met a flower, fallen flower
When we meet, we go home with our beloved
Life, let it be a fairy tale unbridled
How can the story be shorter than the sunset in May?
Being dependent on each other till the end of the world is a common thing, no need to be surprised
