The setting sun is setting, the clouds are like silk, and the sea of flowers reflects the scarlet shadow.
The breeze blows, as light as wings, and the falling cherry blossoms dance with it.
The morning light is extinguished and snow is flying all over the sky.
We are so sad that we both look at each other,
Finally scattered to the end of the world.
Ordinary prelude, powerless changes, and tangled choices. If my life is destined to be like this, then I am willing to change it for you, even if it is not what I want.