The night is clinging to pain, and dim lights illuminate the true heart. The moonlight brings obsession, cutting through the fragile and tenacious illusion, leaving an empty self. And I am like a helpless floating log, looking for your figure on the land.
"I don't think you are as sad as I am,
You are a poem written for no one in early spring. "
She was the only life in his wilderness.
While staying on the haystack, he heard the sound of the wind brought by the fallen leaves. I wonder if in the farthest reaches of my memory, the god is lighting a lamp and writing down his destiny, his passionate and profound eyes, and the only one in the troubled world.
The bonfire was blown out by the mountain wind, love lives forever
The moonlight is so slow, life is not like a wind lantern
Concept: How can life be like a wind lantern?