The red flowers are flying, and the cherry blossoms are floating all the time.
Thousands of layers of red silk, going around the wrong places
Floating in the world, like a thread of hair.
How can the surging waves compete with the undercurrent in my heart.
Gratitudes, grievances, right and wrong, going round and round, will be wiped out for a lifetime.
Whether the love is deep or the fate is shallow, it is just a dream in the end!