I can't hold anything back, and I'm fully aware of my incompetence and filth. I am just a millennium of rotten soil under the roots of the lotus. How can I expect the moonlight to stay for even a moment? My dreams are boundless and clear, but that is only because the dreams return to you as their destination. My love is short-lived, but my soul sings for eternity. If so, then let me sacrifice my soul to my gods. I am just an ant in the long stream of water, but I also want to give everything I have in one moment to be seen by my god. My body died in the early morning autumn, but my love has always lived in the roses you placed on my tomb.
Intention: It is written for fun, but there is no intention.