Life and death have been waiting, and I have been waiting for the rings of the year. Let me wait a little longer, and history will turn around, that dispute of origin and destruction.
After thousands of years of deep love, who else is waiting?
If you were to come back again, would you still be willing to look back and see the falling flowers like rain and the people under the enamored tree?
Are you willing to follow the mortal world and take me with you throughout your life?