God said that when the Brahmin flower blooms, miracles will occur.
But no one knows what the outcome of the miracle will be.
How far is the distance between you and me?
In fact, we are only one step away from each other in life after life.
But he couldn't cross the three-foot limit.
With a snap of the fingers, I feel sad about leaving. Who else will I be with when I think of Dongjun?
Drink all your life and don't hate it. Who can share it with the moon in the sky?
In the scattered space, I just sigh at the mourning flowers, which bloom undefeated. . . . . .