Just when the evening is named
On the side of the blue path, the fragrance of the blue lotus
Scatterbrain; Even after leaving
The color of the afternoon stopped,
And the wood roses in my hand
Finding love
Just when the evening is named
On the side of the blue path, the fragrance of the blue lotus
Scatterbrain; Even after leaving
The color of the afternoon stopped,
And the wood roses in my hand
Finding love