It was collected in secret,
In his despicable and dark humanity,
The rest is goodwill.
He's his? Paranoia,
Is to pursue it without hesitation,
In his rigorous and boring life,
The miracle of strong winds.
They can't move a step,
They stumbled and could not speak.
Struggle, boil,
Expect to escape, break free from bondage.
Secular sleepiness,
This is love.
If we can't be together,
"If you can,
Please send it to my grave,
A bunch of platycodon grandiflorum,
Give me hopeless and eternal love. "
He said so.
But he didn't keep his promise,
Under the pine tree,
In front of the Senleng Monument,
It's a bunch of blue stars.
Actually,
Our love,
Pure and sweet.
Just as I miss you,
Like stars.
My love,
And my beloved,
immortal
"I'll take you home!"
He whispered:
He gave a gentle hug.
Just endless nothingness in your arms.
"Let's go home together."
Another year,
They went home together.
Silently,
The wind is blowing.