When all the flowers have fallen, there will be a thousand years on the other side.
The shadow is under the tree, the sunset is warm and the sun is setting.
Chilling Cry, distant time and space.
In the river of time, you and I are in the wrong relationship.
In the mysterious shadow, find the soul's home.
I stretched out my hand, and what was mottled was the entanglement of light and shadow.