Time is ruthlessly submerged by the petals all over the sky
With tears in the corners of the eyes
Falling to the ground, broken.
The red thread that is secretly tied together
When fate fell asleep, he left the other person's world
staggered
twine
separation
until it becomes the two ends of a straight line
The wind of life blows a sigh
Footprints that cannot be changed.
Past agreement
past attachment
Like lavender in Provence
Gradually wither.
When longing becomes the cruelest weapon
When the smile is crushed by winter
Maybe I can still see your smile
As intoxicating as Manzhushahua.
April wind blows
I saw the dance of flowers
So poignant and beautiful.