For Whom Is the Sunny Day and Spring the Continuation of My Regrets?

I remember that it was not late in spring when I arrived, I was climbing flowers with my hands, and my sleeves were stained with flowers. Returning, the moonlit night is bright, deep in the clouds and smoke the sound of the piano is long We all have pity on the people in front of us, but we are so affectionate and let each other down. To whom do you want to complain? "Remnants" Click the link above to enter "The continuation of lingering thoughts in the world of mortals" Click this link to enter the article