The sky is gray
It's drizzling
The gloomy wind blows in from the ears and returns again
in raindrops
There seems to be one
misty world
Not stained by fine dust
Looking into the distance from a height
Whose face did the gray wind blow across?
No more melancholy like lilac
forget me not
Light up the sky with purple
gleaming brilliance
Rain wets butterfly wings
June flowers
Fresh and sad
not every flower
There will be a rainbow
It is difficult for a butterfly to fly if its wings are wet
Let the heart lose its direction