Even if the whole world says you left
I'll still sit where I am
Waiting for you to come back. ． ． ． ． ．
I would like to point to the sky and miss you forever
Waiting for your return
Water dyes butterfly wood into snow
Smoked willows paint bridges, and old people's houses are covered with moonlight. ． ． ． ． ．
I only hope that your heart will be like mine, calm, unfailing, and loving. ． ． ． ． ．