Catkins, wind and flowers recall the past, if there is love, it would be unintentional to face each other
Why should we be embarrassed?
Memories fly around, and the sentimental one is eventually hurt by the ruthless one
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time
The wind dances and tears fall, eventually. ． ． ． ． Helpless
Helplessly, the flowers fall away
Whether. ． ． Love is like flowing water. ． ．
． ． Remember. ．
Forgetting is betrayal