The green smoke curls up and enchants the eyes,
Tears fall off my clothes, but you don't see me.
I should have been sitting with you in red robe,
But he knelt in front of the hall in plain clothes.
I turned around, but I didn't see you smiling.
I closed my eyes and wanted to hear your voice, but all I could hear was the cries that didn't belong to me in the mourning hall.
You were lying there, neatly dressed, with your hair tied up, and there were no more stray hairs flying around your temples. Standing in front of you, I want to help you tidy up your clothes, comb your messy hair, dust off your shoes, and then blame you, just to see the faint shyness on your face and the happy and doting smile.
However, everything is no longer...