Bright Smoke-Filled Veins and Broken Heart

One season of brilliance, one season of withering, let your green hair twine around my fingertips, hoping to leave not only the lingering fragrance, but also what you can give me, charity, and our beautiful past. Even though you are in a foreign land, please remember that there is someone who loves you deeply and humbly, and who loves you for your mistiness and the right way to advance and retreat. Fidelity is here, love, not only love your majestic body, but also the position you insist on, the land under your feet.