Turn around in my mind the happiness you once gave me
The fleeting years slip by quietly
But the love from thousands of years ago still lingers
sand between fingers
You won't know until you see it clearly
The original prosperous story
It's just a series of sad masterpieces
Connect the painting and break the world of mortals
I'll wait a thousand years to see you
You don't know the fate of your past life
A cluster of chrysanthemums covered with wounds
Half Moon's sad face
Fingertips are like fine sand
My heart moves to you, you don't know
Your sorrow is as silent as flowing water
It hurts so much
Wherever this love comes from, let's go there.
The silent sadness is released through crazy behavior, but you are treated as a madman.
Looking back, I found that he was still waiting.