The flying flowers are in a state of sorrow, today I hide my tears. Who dares to be crazy when things are unforgettable? A person is thinking alone, the fire is shining, a white horse is carrying a spear full of dragons, the orchid hill is a deserted battlefield,
Caressing a fresh wound, the strings of the piano are ringing, the smoke is long, expanding the vastest territory of the area, lonely and dejected, drunkenly waiting for the moonlight...