The light passes through the eaves.
The warmth in the distance
Scattered into warm fireworks
A long white dress with traces of green moss.
Breathing is wet, thin and cold.
The rouge melted and the shadow shattered all over the floor.
The moonlight is still soft.
Lonely eyebrows exist in name only.
Print the light of the window
Ambiguous happiness and you
invisibility
True or transparent
Dreams in dreams, expectations after expectations.
Cycle of fate
Missing and inspiration
This is a serious style throughout the season.
Or continue to indulge in
Luxury sentimentality
And can it stay like this?
Reach out and hold me in your palm.
The past time is gone forever.