Sunset is not alone.

Migratory birds fly north.

Unquenchable sadness

Sad, I hope you are all right.

Sunset, cold eyes

Moon shadow waist and back

The shadow lingers.

Missing you is the deepest loneliness.

I wander in the flowing crowd, where is my home?

At that time, there was only one person's floating world, and the trickle of one person was very long.

I am me, lonely and melancholy, sometimes happy and sometimes sad, so what? After all, it is a person who buried his sadness.