If you give me a pair of wings,
I can fly freely.
The eyes are blurred, drifting in the wind, leaping over the wounds that have nowhere to hide in life.
I once thought that wherever the singing goes, it is the direction of happiness.
Fate's trick has brought us so close together, but we can only look at each other from a distance.
Beloved,
Take a handful of the clear spring from the fantasy sea,
The clean spring water flows warmly at the fingertips,
Now that the sea has changed and fallen,
Let our fierce love and hatred be like your gentle gaze,
Gently brushed my face.
Has this city fallen? In the ruins, I stood quietly, and in an instant, yesterday reappeared, with a faint smile...