when you die, you know everything is empty, but you are sad to see Kyushu.
I can't help it, but I feel familiar with Yan's return.
when you are drunk with tears, it is important that people grow up and hate water.
ten years of life and death are boundless, and you will never forget it if you don't think about it. A thousand miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to talk bleak.
There is nothing to say about each other, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the heartbroken place every year: the moonlit night, short matsuoka.
How much sorrow can you have, just like a river flowing eastward.