? A clear spring,
? Look down,
? Looking up,
? That lingering blue.
? Melted the boundaries between each other.
?
? Nevertheless,
? They will also be separated,
? When I can't see each other,
? Boil sorrow into sweet wine,
? Enjoy it when we meet again.
? Maybe, maybe,
? Over time,
? On a sunny afternoon,
? They finally snuggled up together,
? The sky is blue, so is the water.