Dark clouds cover the moon and dream, and mountains and rivers seek bosom friends. The world only knows that vines are wrapped around trees. How can we know that trees are winding around vines?

The wind and cloud are easy to disperse and the moon lasts forever.

Where did you hear the piano on the high mountain?

Brawly was obsessed with sticking to his will,

The old vine is dying.

Originally, it was about the intersection of bosom friends. If you continue to write, you can't digress. Just ask, where is the bosom friend?