The reflection of the national highway, the sharp blue sky, the fantasy of the galaxy生活感on the North Star
One night of deep snow as I put it on the stove, the smoke rising thickly and the whooping cough
In the forest on the mountain's edge, on a moonlit night that only happens once every millennium, I can only breathe a bill.
The silence of that girl sleeping is reflected in the wallpaper depicting a jungle, and a spider flies across the world.

A persistent stain on my song
A persistent stain on my song
A persistent stain on my song
A song of joy, a song