Fantasy flying snow
Stayed in the north
Autumn here is still bleak.
late night
The cold wind swept the broken branches.
Pierce the boundless night sky
In a big, dark hole
Several stars are sleeping.
I don't want to row in my dream.
The other shore is the world of flowers.
I stood at the door.
He has a bell in his hand.
wait for
Spring songs will be sung.
Winter is coming.
Yellow. In the woods.
Hide pedestrians
Smooth white clouds
As gentle as eyes.
At the crossroads
The wind won't stay.
The bell keeps ringing.
Watching you grow old
The new year is coming.
Your figure has been wandering.
The bell in memory.
tell me
There are still many bumpy roads ahead.
It's very stormy.
But what I remember in my heart is
There will be no light ahead.