I am so thirsty that I look for it in the valley every spring.
Those springs, even if they are large.
My lips are still thirsty.
It's dusk, and the mountain wind is howling.
I lay quietly.
This big tree uses the leaves left over from last year.
Touched my dry hair.
Colorful leaves
The grass below is warm and comfortable.
In the illusion, a damp began to attack.
The smile began to ripple.
There was no reply in the valley for a long time.