The dream is not over, but the heart is broken. After a night of wind and rain, I wonder how many flowers have fallen? The vows I made are like a wisp of smoke, floating slowly in my heart. Years go by, but your eyes are still filled with sadness, like lingering clouds. Standing in the deepest part of the world, calling you over and over again, suddenly transformed into a lotus flower, blooming proudly.
Tonight, there are countless flowers falling, who will pity them?