There is always some staggering love in spring, which stumbles and forgets gender and life.
Just love simply and think that you already have it all.
But it finally arrived
There are always some truths buried and obscured in spring.
I feel that I can deceive the world and deceive myself.
But in the end, he couldn't fool those tricks of God.
When love passes,
Whether it is possible to obtain true happiness,
When the deception is over,
Can everyone else truly be happy?