Thousands of lights wake up alone, and the heart moves to its homeland, becoming sad. Tonight, the bright moon shines thousands of miles, and the white hair on the temples is another year.
White is just on the side, and there is nothing you can do about it. There are more temples than stems at present. One stem is white, and the temples are suddenly more. Gold is hard to buy, so teach Kagami Akira. Dyeing is not as old as before, but tweezers are gone and reborn.