The sky leaving a colour of the night, and
The ground still leaving a scent of the rain, and
I still hold on the heart for you.
Floating on the waves of the sea in the distance.
I was a lot like the insecure such.
I burn incense of the night, and I feel the wind leaving a wreck.
The moon leaving the sky at dawn, and
The flower still leaving a form in the summer, and
I still hold on the heart for you.
The season makes dead flowers.
But I will see you again in a state of flux.
I remember memories of you, in the wind hasn't change at June.