Want to write the heart of the heart monologue oblique column sick soul is often like a swing rope lamp darker no one said that the broken intestines remembered to be born, the single pear blossom shadow love is sweet born of sorrow and loneliness is the beauty of swaying and blooming are the thoughts derived from the moonlight

Want to write a heart

Monolingual diagonal bar

Sick spirits often resemble swings

The lights are dim and no one says that the intestines are broken

Remembering the birth, accompanied by the shadow of the pear blossom

Love is sorrow born of sweetness

Loneliness is the beauty of swaying and blooming

They are all thoughts derived from the moonlight

You have been living in my heart

Suppose someone asks me about my worries

I dare not say your name