Even sense - Anan

A faint aroma of wine, a hint of wandering

Taste a taste, idyllic, cozy

Thinking and looking forward to it, simple and confused

I always think of the familiar place and the knot

Slowly, in a few expectations, I also became confused

The idyllicity of confusion, the comfort, and the wandering

I always hear that familiarity from the bottom of my heart

In Xu Xu's memories, there will always be a mark of sentimentality

It seems clear, and it seems sad

I always encounter that wandering that comes from anticipation

In the faint taste, there will always be a little bit of normality

Maybe it's simple, maybe it's heartbreaking

Someone once said that familiarity rarely comes to the ordinary

Some people have also said that the feeling will always come to confusion

And the real heart, but there will always be something leisurely

There are faint brushstrokes in the leisure, and there is also a strong fragrance of memories