Without madness, where would there be Greece? Even though the moon is like a flower in the mirror, I am just a wisp of fragrant breeze, and all the guests are looking for her thousands of times. If I don't look back, I have many fantasies, but my love has flowed out. Deep in the gutter, I can still look up at the starry sky. New Year's Eve has passed, and the fragrant breeze is with you. Gardenias are blooming. I live up to my true love. I have never regretted it...
Purpose: To explore what love is