Lonely carnival

Today, there is a rare excitement here, but inexplicably think of Asan's song, lonely loneliness, lonely carnival.

Silently reading the words of passers-by and feeling the passage of the world. Just in a light meal, one came quietly, and the other quietly left.

People are actually in a dream, just yours can't help me.

I want to cry, but I have no voice.

Vague, and dreamed of you behind me. But only, it is so vague.

The love that is printed on the back of the stool, like the flowers on the concrete, has opened a lonely forest without wind.

That sad and bright October, I passed by in my thin youth. Through the sable, through the kapok, through the sorrows and impermanence.

Those things that I thought I never remembered were gradually forgotten in the process of forgetting.

Lonely people always take care of each other, remembering everyone who has appeared in his life, so I always think of you indefinitely, on my lonely night, count my loneliness again and again.

Whenever I look at the sky, I don't like to talk again. Whenever I speak, I don't dare to look at the sky again.

Count your smile every day, but when you laugh, you are lonely.

There are so many warmth in life, I have given you all, but after leaving you, how to laugh at others in the future.

It used to be like this. There was a smile in my life, but in the end it was dissipated like a fog. And that smile, it became a rushing river buried deep in my heart, unable to cross, the sound of the river became my daily night, desperate singing.

Hiding at a certain time, missing the palm prints of a certain time; hiding in a certain place, missing a person who stood on the road and stood on the way, let me care.

If you can take my hand and walk with your eyes closed, you won't get lost.

It’s just today, it’s not together.