The prosperity of the past can never make up for the pain of this life.
It's raining, and the rain in the sun is falling, quietly and silently.
May I be like a star, like the moon, shining every night. Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. A leaf, a sound. I hope I am your summer, when summer flies! I am still the music in your ear, when nightingales and orioles are tired. Bloom for you, escape from the cemetery, and let my bloom line up! This is great love, and loyalty is here. Love not only loves your stalwart body, but also loves the position you insist on and the land under your feet.