Fly too much
Traveling through several levels of wind
The season of deception is after the rain in early spring
Enjoy your own imperial city
I should be cautious
Don't be impatient in a very familiar city
Some people will be turned into evil minds by mediocrity
Knowing it's wrong but still being impulsive on purpose
who is telling
Praise the sorrow of this era
waiting to dry up
like being cruelly cut off
The imperial city that does not belong to me
I should be careful
The sad sky is too restless
The result of searching is just my conspiracy
How can you make a promise if you are so cowardly?