it's bright and colorful.
it is faintly visible, and the moonlight falls several times.
it's whistling. It's cool, mixed with the snow and cold.
the heating in the reinforced plastic melts the huafang in this world.
out, the cold wind cools the snow.
enter, warm wind without snow.
the heavy rain mixed with the buzzing waves of horses and chariots.
the drizzly wind is involved in the noisy dancing before.
this world has lost its truth.
what I want is the sound of the bright moon and the breeze beating bamboo.
when is the bright moon?
once it's as clean as water, I forget all about the turbidity.
when the breeze is cool, it is cool gently.
it's wonderful to be hidden in the vast expanse.
I'm listening to the sound of playing bamboo, and it's long.
like rain, it is lingering.
like the wind, it is pervasive.
what I want is the sound of the bright moon and the breeze beating bamboo.
see you in your dream, and you will be happy for a long time.