With the cold of that night
Yuna
That night.
wet
Helpless thoughts
You may leave now
The sun is invisible.
tears
Nashui
It really flowed.
in the dark
Qiaomian
you
In your world.
Sowing illusion
I
But I miss my flowers.
Thousands of species
Go toward the light
sing
You may leave now
You're lost in the wind
navigate by water/air
Fuck your future.
Qianshou coast