"Master, you can be greedy for this unprecedented wantonness, but if you take another step forward, you will be in doom." His servant said to him.
The man said, "Amu, you should smile like this, not the so-called gentleness."
"Amu, I am happy with you." The man gave himself all the tenderness as always.
"Ali... Why are you doing this?" He asked, with a look of disbelief on his face. That was his lover.
"Amu, why don't you believe me?" His departure made him miserable...
Looking back, flowers bloom and fall, and the past is like smoke, but it cannot be dissipated in their hearts.
As a man, where should I go? What about the gathering and separation that each carries?