We were still young at that time, and he and he both still had their frivolous youth, they both still had time to waste, and they both still had each other.
At that time, the flowers were in season, and he and she could still smile at each other under the brilliant spring cherry blossoms, and we could both walk hand in hand on the path covered with fallen flowers, leaving deep and shallow traces of your walk with me.
I was young at that time and the flowers were blooming just right.
There will never be such a time in this life again, when we can hold hands and face each other in silence, and be extremely happy.
I was young at that time and the flowers were blooming just right.
After going through so much, can he still come out of the sky full of falling flowers and smile at him innocently?
Can he still hold hands with him until the end after washing away all the trouble?