Such a twilight

In such a sunset

How easily I think of love, of the many years

The mere words you gave

My heart will swirl with the sound of a hidden wind

And loneliness, with a splendor that refuses to be depicted

In fact, am I the one you lost in your past life?

The fox that stepped on the tip of the gun no longer matters

Since there is this life

There will be a separate journey of the soul

There will be a long night of dancing alone, with the starlight high and far away

On such a dusk, it is good to drink wine with chrysanthemums

Drink your far, drink the storm you made

The grass withers one by one

The grass becomes a hut

Light a light to illuminate a thin section of the road