In a trance
The number of rings was counted by me ten times.
Even I forgot myself.
It will not be counted later.
There is no moon today.
Autumn rain becomes foam.
I smell sweet scented osmanthus.
Very comfortable
Hear love ten people nine sad
I heard ten memories and nine injuries.
One day the heart is willing.
Flowers in the rain meet in the world
Being a believer is poor.