The wheel of fortune quietly begins to turn,
We are in different time and space,
arranged to meet.
Under the purest blue sky,
Pregnant with evil plots,
The moment the flowers bloom,
How much hate there is.
The flying cherry blossoms,
The petals are engraved with dusty memories and hatred;
scattered cherry blossoms,
Each petal carries secrets and love that cannot be told.
Time washes away all hatred,
Forget everything and start over;
Time heals all wounds,
Forget the past and forgive yourself.