Sometimes we don't really know what we want
Feelings of the past
The impulse of the past
past understanding
Will not turn into smoke, at least I once had it
Just all the years and times since then
In this colorful world of flowers
We can still cling to each other as before
Ignorant and simple
After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?