Flowers make a shadow, the moon flows brightly, and the Crystal Palace flies five times.

Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and the autumn wind is even more bleak.

Play for one night, don't spend a few years, don't stay together for too long.

Plum rain is fine, the breeze is weak, and I lean against the building to get clothes.

Flowers are easy to fall, but the moon is hard to round. Only flowers and the moon should be like a happy fate.

It is easy to get hurt, and it is easy to hate being late. Where will you go back to experience lovesickness?

People are quietly leaking away, and the windows are closed, wasting poor nights.

The idyllic dream is narrow, the water is wide, and the small window worries about the autumn mountain.

Is it enough? Everyone's style is different. My Otawa thinks about people's melancholy. I wonder if you are satisfied?