Sometimes the turmoil of human feelings reflects the coldness and darkness of the corner, and too much love and sophistication cannot be lost under the unique sky. Life and death may be pale and helpless to struggle.
Flowers scattered all over the ground
Whose soul is red and has been wandering for thousands of years?
Mottled shadows
Whose dream is the enchanting wandering and dazzling one?
A piece of paper
Wrapped up in love, whose feelings are lingering?
Lingering, whose dream returns to love
Clear hair is dancing
A hazy smile at the moment of looking back
at how many midnights
Thousands of times
Destined to be glitzy and disillusioned here... Time makes the pain unforgettable...