How no matter how round, a broken mirror joined together, the middle is always there is a crack.
Always take some time to dream, grow up, mature before.
The insistence of the time, but let go of your hand.
Listen to the broken strings, the three thousand are broken. Falling flowers lost, lost in the wind ripple.
I breathe, breathe without you. Miss is choking.
When I ask you how, not to listen to you casually say nothing.
Do not always look at the dynamics of others, even if you are tired, they do not bother.
If love is just passing by, why should this visit.
The dream of the world, All flowers bloom together. flourishing, People are hurrying to and fro..
Like the stars of night, for whom the Luli midnight.