[Net King Fan] Luo Ying

I meet you under the oriental cherry, but my love, also die under this. Flick the strings in your hands at will, My thoughts drift far away. Tears fell drop by drop, Soaking the poignant fallen cherry blossoms. Someone gently picked it up under the cherry blossom tree My white hat was blown away by the wind, The sun dazzled his face, But it coincides with your gentle smile. Falling cherry blossoms are still flying, Those warm embraces and hands, Too bad it's not yours. I meet you under the oriental cherry, but my love also lie under this. I know we love can't become ago, Then I still miss you. Falling cherry blossoms like butterflies are the witness of my love, Buried in the earth and never reborn. Time passes through the fingers, The memory of the past is sealed inside. I hugged my knees and curled up under the cherry tree, Looking forward to someone giving me a pair of warm hands. Give me a new love, There, in the summer when the cherry blossoms are falling. Who can give me a warm hand? Who can give me my love? -------Echizen Ryoma (For those who want to watch tennis, you don't need to come~~~~~~~)