Three days, the sun, the moon, the sun, the moon, the sun, the moon, the sun, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the sun.
There is a slight smell of water flowing.
Night dew contains no vegetation, no vegetation, no vegetation, no vegetation.
Close your eyes.
See ぇるはずのなぃのみを.
このでじてぃます.
The moon on the third day was as white as a sword.
You can vaguely hear the sound of running water.
And plants whisper with night dew.
Close your eyes.
The activity of intangible life
empathize
The night is deep and quiet, my muscles tingle and my heart is in the square.
Personal questions, questions, questions, questions.
そのぇのをまだきせなぃと
All souls, bodies and bodies are in harmony with each other.
ぃながらくたくぇてぃるかのよぅで.
The cold night is like water, stinging my skin, as if asking me.
Where is my heart?
The self who can't get the answer and the soul who bears everything.
Arguing in the body
Just like burning when it's cold.
A gust of wind and dancing, dancing, flowering, fragrant, the flowers of the motherland.
Zero, falling, dancing, flying and red flowers.
The beauty dispersed and the flowers were taken away.
このはかからき?けてたのでしょぅか?
Far away, on the road, on the road, in private, in the motherland, in the past.
Without a strong heart, there will be a kind heart.
Go, go, go, go, go.
In the private chest, red spots, fresh spots, infiltration, lines.
Stars don't blink, blades don't blink, thorns don't blink.
A gust of wind blows, and occasionally I seem to smell the flowers of the motherland.
Scattered with flying red petals
When it looks good, it can capture everyone's heart.
This wind blows from the Far East, doesn't it?
In order to pass on the fragrance of the motherland to me during the long journey.
In order to arouse my unbearable strong heart
It just blows from that far away, doesn't it?
That moment stung my heart like a blade.
Time, time and time in the whole bag are silent.
Whispering, stirring, breathing, closing.
No self, empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, empty.
In the silence of all things, let time pass, unforgettable.
The heart beats slightly with breathing.
Bite and forget my air.
Banks should not make decisions about traffic, clouds and clouds.
What is true is not true; What is not true is not true; What is not true is not true; What is not true is not true; What is not true is not true; What is not true is not true; What is true is not true; What is not true; What is true is not true; What is true; What is true; What is true; What is true.
He?へこぅとしてぃるのかぃと.
If you have a problem, stick to it.
せめぎぃながらくしくってぃるよぅでく.
Drifting carefree clouds
It's like showing me real life.
Confused about where to go.
And the determination to move in the established direction.
Arguing with each other is like the waves gently and painfully impacting my heart.
A gust of wind and dancing.
He?かかしぃのりがしました.
はらはらとでのやかなびら.
Who loves things after the season?
It's strong.
What's the point? What's the point? What's the point?
Finally, there is no such thing as travel, private betting.
The way forward is "かせる".
I tried to practice the spirit beyond my eyes.
The sea is crossing the motherland, the country is blowing and the country is coming.
In private, flowers are red, flowers are red, flowers are red, flowers are red, flowers are red.
Red, red, red, red, red.
A gust of wind blew.
I seem to smell the nostalgic flowers somewhere.
Beautiful and gorgeous petals fluttering.
After the season, it's like I've never loved anyone.
Real power
Where will the wind caress your cheek go?
In order to push my back forward
Continue that never-ending journey
In order to awaken my spirit of transcending self-cultivation.
Blowing from the motherland across the sea, right?
The red petals that fell on my shoulder burned like a single spark.
Red, red, diffuse. . . .