Looking up at the starry sky, the monotonous river hangs in the starry sky and wanders into the distance.
I once thought about transcending the secular and shielding the spirit of formatting.
Not for the past, nor for the present.
How I want to spread my wings.
Break through the shackles of locking.
Cherry blossoms in March, the sky falls on the road of life.
Pieces of cherry blossoms fell into my heart.
Lonely and desolate, indifferent to the spring and autumn.
This life is just for you, just for you.
How I want to break this dream,
Through the bondage of the world of mortals.
I want to walk in the secular sky,
Looking at the clear sky, I don't know,
Tears have been mentioned.
Follow-up: gorgeous colors are perceived in a blur.
Ups and downs, beyond the peak of the secular,
Holding a ray of moonlight, having a drink alone,
Make a cup of fragrant tea,
Fight the bondage.