The drizzle falls one after another under the ancient city wall. My clothes are messy, how many worries are there?
Fendai had a smile on her face and her eyes were alluring. The beautiful scenery is tiring, and I am only intoxicated by the beauty.
It rains in June, and I am a stranger in the world of mortals. The chrysanthemums are blooming and the lilies are blooming.
Drinking alone under the moon again, the darkness becomes even more blurry. Empty melancholy, recalling the beauty and missing each other unforgettable.