Stroke by stroke, memories are engraved on the sand and gravel.
Gathering and parting, the agreed place is like a dream.
Welcoming each other with red makeup, the thread of marriage entwines the present and the past.
Go round and round, the person you are waiting for will be nearby.
The past is locked up, and the heart of love cannot be seen clearly.
The rolling world, the awakening feelings, tell who can listen.
Conception: