The cicada after autumn was so desolate and hurried, facing the long Pavilion, it was in the evening that a sudden rain stopped.
When there was a farewell ceremony outside Kyoto City, but there was no mood to drink, the people on board had urged to start.
Holding hands and looking at each other, eyes full of tears, until finally, there is no comparison. Thousands of words are choking in the throat.
Thinking of this return to the south, this journey is another journey, far away from the distance, the smoke and waves, the night of the fog of the sky is boundless.
Since ancient times, sentimental people are most sad to say goodbye, let alone the bleak and desolate autumn.
Who knows where I wake up tonight? Afraid of only the willow shore, facing the sad morning breeze and the broken moon of dawn.
This is a long time away from each other. People who love each other are not together. I imagine that even if we encounter good weather and good scenery, it will be like a false one.
Even with full affection, who can appreciate it?
