Standing on the mountain, watching the rising sun, the wind blowing in my ears, when I look back, there is no wind, rain or sunshine, and my heart is clear. The arrogance of youth is nurtured in the soaring arms; the unscrupulousness spreads in the eyes; the shyness of the bean poppies disappears into the wind with the flying hair...
The rich fragrance like gardenia lingers in the nose and mouth, which is the breath of youth, interpreting the youth without regrets. The sadness of the cuckoo's blood permeates the no regrets, permeating the fragrance. When people are drunk, they also - hurt...