You are the cloud that is about to pass away.
Tulip.
With your intoxicated petals, you bid farewell to the groom who had just married you in the spring.
I thought it was you who empathized and didn't fall in love, but I didn't expect it to be because he liked to believe in the reins of the horse.
You still don't complain a bit, only when the night is coming, only a little sadness is revealed.
Floating clouds are floating clouds, where there is a so-called hometown.
The flowers at the end of the earth have gone to sleep with the sunset, and only you are still in the evening wind.
Ah.
Don't pretend to be strong anymore, you beautiful and reserved girl.
Why not put a rope around his neck so that he would no longer wander?
Is it just because you love him that you have to give him freedom, and forget that where the soul does not return, there is no sunshine.
I heard that there are three more handsome knights pursuing you.
One to your supreme crown, one to your sword as iron as clay, one to your golden sun.
Is the gift given by the knight not as good as his wanderings in the night?
Netherlands, Turkey, Iran.
The fiery temperature of the Mediterranean Sea can't even burn your delicate clothes.
Oh.
I understand.
The mantra of reincarnation is indelible.
And you are already on the road of reincarnation.