The moon looks at my house,
But the birds go somewhere.
The light always exists in our heart,
But the cat has been resting on the floor.
Memories of the past,
Colour gives everyone a variety of imagination,
But I only provide a little gold.
Every time, for every day, moving forward.
Every seasons, for every year, moving forward.
Especially when blue and white appears in the sky, as if in a movie becomes real life.
And also when black and yellow appears in the evening, as if an ancient legend has become our mirror.
If you belong to tomorrow morning,
You will get a pumpkin evening.
If you belong to water,
You will get the cycle of life.
