The aftertaste of Pinellia ternata in the past
My bones are full of wild enthusiasm | My heart is full of your shadow |
Deep sadness is mixed with deep love. | Deep love, mixed with heartache.
Watching the leaves float gently in the wind-| Watching the leaves blow gently by the wind-
The temperature pupil refracts like fire, and the cold eye transmits like water.
| Simple words will dry up the seas and dry up the rocks || Real words will help each other.
Obsessed, pulling my thoughts | Confused, going back and forth, feeling ゛
Draw a prosperous fireworks with a black pencil | Draw a gorgeous wedding with a white crayon.
The pain that has nowhere to put it | The scattered memories |