When tears overflow the eyes, happiness will collapse in an instant, so fragile.
What is shining in the dark? Cross a long track and land on the horizon.
Only then did I understand that the fantasy I am used to is as illusory as the cloud on the top of the mountain.
The beautiful figure who has been holding on to it and won't let go,
I just naively imagined that the whole world was in my hands.
Every day, the sun shines on this land,
Noisy at night, falling in the hazy morning light, like a dream scene.
I always want to get the answer to happiness, but I always want to remember the feeling of melancholy.
Beauty is so pale compared with reality.
Always ask if there are elves and angels dancing in the fog ahead.
I always wonder where the wind blows the fragrance of flowers.
Through the traces left by the wind, I can see two words shining in the distance.
Just about 300 words.