Yang flowers are like snow, filling the sky. She, who should not have been in this world, watched them drifting by without any trace of her. All the hopes she held were wiped out when she was born. The cold reception from her family created her indifference and perseverance. The clouds are light and the moon is light. When I wake up from wine, I have a deep dream with no one to complain to. His loneliness and loneliness, his irresponsibility. He is also not of this world. The same eyes, the same loneliness, met...