The floating dust is lingering, and the weak water is three thousand, so I only take one scoop.
Time and space change, the figures look longingly, looking for only a smile.
Is traveling through time and space an arrangement of fate or an exile of fate?
Meeting you is the luck of my life.
Having you is the happiness of my life.
Let the glitz and glamor of the world be like clouds and smoke, hold the hand of the minister, and don't ask where you are going.
The place with you is my only destination.