The flowers bloom, the wind blows, the room is fragrant and graceful;
The flowers have fallen, the rain has passed, and they are scattered all over the ground, making the whole life miserable.
"We must be the closest people in the world."
Originally full of sweetness and happiness,
Why has it become the most vicious curse now?
Why?
God wants to deprive me of all hope when I am happiest?
My heart is filled with despair,
What is left but sadness?
It seems that there is always a voice in my ears saying:
"I love you."
Yes, no matter life or death, we will be together...
Just like the flowers and leaves,
When the leaves are there, the flowers bloom; when the leaves fall, the flowers wither; they wait silently, leaning against each other...