The moon in the water is also my sweetheart. The hoarse recording, the throaty flute sound of "The Mystery of Love", started in midsummer.
First love is a passionate friendship.
I have been looking for the shadow of a healthy home all my life. You broke those ridiculous mirrors and let you and me see it.
We only taste the bitterness of suffocation as we slurp at each other's wounds.
We embrace each other as we embrace the unconscious past.
I feel like I always lose my armor. When my back is against you, the wind no longer passes through me, and I hear my heartbeat heading towards you.
The rose under the moon also said that you have been here many times.
The summer is sultry and rains heavily.
At that time, they were too young and had not learned that the many roads they would have to take in the future could be explained with just a hug at this moment.
But they will be happy, they will be happy, and we must be happy too.
My heart longs for the bright moon, walking in the clouds with longing, the bright moon enters my arms
Intention: ignorant and cowardly, firmly chosen