I didn't recognize you before, but now you don't recognize me.
Who can tell me what kind of entanglement there was in time and space three hundred years ago? Who can tell you who I am?
Your clear eyes have become cold, but am I still the same as before?
So I heard your whisper——
Look for flowers by the stream and walk along the embankment.
Who dyes the color of fragrant grass into a bright blue stream?
The clothes are creased in the wind, and the eyebrow marks appear in the mirror.
Beauty clouds are easy to change, but can they always be clear like water?