
In front of the pavilion, the spring is red and the dance is wandering.
The drizzle is light, and the eyebrows are not released temporarily.
The green window is calm and the sound is broken, and the incense is printed into gray.
Kanae is affectionate, and wants to sleep hazy and dream.
The clouds of the other road are beginning to rise, and the leaves away from the pavilion are thin.