Where do the guests come from

Where do the guests come from

Where do the guests come from
There is a secret in the wind
Yushan Scattered
Whispering in the flowers
Facing fog be without
Holding the temperature in my arms
With dew cold
Hold the ticket in your hand
Into the water Changed
Scattered stars
A lullaby for sleepless travelers
Soft land
Breathe the fragrance of green grass and move forward happily
A passer-by in my hometown
Returning from afar
The story I told accidentally
Do you believe
distance
Let me make a scene
The hometown that left quietly
In my hometown
Let me collect glory
Joking about the distance of life
A friend who leaves without saying goodbye
Passers by at first sight
Ask softly Where are the guests going
There is a secret in the wind
Yushan Scattered
Whispering in the flowers
Facing fog be without
Holding the temperature in my arms
With dew cold
Hold the ticket in your hand
Into the water Changed
If I ask myself
Where do the guests come from
Annihilated ideals
Explained love
If I ask myself customer
Where to come from
Believed by what is believed
The negation that is denied
The moon should be round and short
The sun is not afraid of rising and falling
To be worshipped
Suspected suspicion
Where do the guests come from
Where are the guests going
Turning around is the distance
The road ahead is also my hometown
In my hometown
distance
Let me make a scene
The hometown that left quietly
In my hometown
Let me collect glory
Joking about the distance of life
A friend who leaves without saying goodbye
Passers by at first sight
Ask softly Where are the guests going
distance
Let me make a scene
The hometown that left quietly
In my hometown
Let me collect glory
Joking about the distance of life
A friend who leaves without saying goodbye
Passers by at first sight
Ask softly Where are the guests going
Ask softly Where are the guests going