When did we meet?
Through deep time
I'm looking for the fate of past lives.
Is that a legend about peony?
Meet you.
Does it happen on the other side of April?
Or the story of the full moon?
Soaked acacia
Let the drooping willows dance lightly.
You shook your head.
The spring breeze in April whitened my bun.
Your back disappeared with the frost.
In the past life,
I can't find any trace of you.
My smile
Bloom again in cold and warm moments.
Several generations ago today.
You and I are separated from each other
A windy day
A lake like a mirror
I saw it.
An old smiling face
You leave like the wind
A woman
I have aged several generations in an instant.
Just because I didn't hug you.
Until the last minute.
It's flying all over the sky
It's her tears about parting.