Traces of smoke in the sky
Intersect with the horizon
Formed a silver cross
When the sea is still sleeping in the early morning
The moon also stopped waiting.
The full moon is like a cradle.
Pray instead of praying.
That's the last angel
That's the rest of the horn
A pale cocoon that cannot hatch.
Lost a smile
In the early morning when the stars are still asleep
At least there is a cloudy sky.
In the age of God and man.
Strawberries grow in the wet, sparkling garden.
Everyone agrees that we will meet one day.
I won't forget you.