The swing is hanging and the rising sun is visibleThe swing is hanging and the rising sun is visible
The mood of loneliness is autumn walks in the fog along the road, along which the bare branches of trees hang heavilyThe mood of loneliness is autumn walks in the fog along the road, along which the bare branches of trees hang heavily
Do not part with your loved ones, sprouting in them with your whole skinDo not part with your loved ones, sprouting in them with your whole skin