The remaining flowers and pistils are waiting to bloom
The warm and gentle breeze ruffles the tips of the reeds
The lightest side of the sky
I thought it would be the landing point of the morning star
The embarrassment of dawn
The tired birds have long since dispersed
How come the remaining flowers are scattered here?
Briella: "You are mine, you belong to me"
Yu You "Since I was a baby, I learned how to enjoy loneliness in a dream like amniotic fluid."