Falling in love with a serious pastime, using the time it takes for a flower to bloom

Being infatuated with a delicious fragrance, using the time it takes for a gust of wind to blow

- ゛黑白 The promise has not yet been felt, and the past is long gone.

- The overflowing tears have not yet been released, and the memories have turned pale.

What I’m waiting for is a kiss every morning

What I’m looking forward to is a hand-holding every evening

Ten years of life and death are so vast that I will never forget them without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned home with a deep dream, and I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that every year, at the place where the intestines are broken, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills.