The faint blue color reveals the loneliness of a place.
Record the story of flowering
Say I'm sorry, I love you, and then cry.
I don't know what to do. I can't help dreaming that my sadness will stay.
I can hear the sound of weeds growing wildly, and I can hear insects hiding at the root of the wall singing. I record you and me with the most beautiful poems.
Helpless fingertips are cold
Can't write warm words
I don't know why you chose to leave the plane and the leaves and green moonlight lingered outside the door.
One day, the lost heart will come back, as if waiting for a lifetime is the moment of meeting.