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 |