Flowers from the other shore will always bloom leisurely on the other shore
In my heart, I can only wander on this shore
How many fireworks happened in the wind and rain
How many dreams in this world flow away with the water
What is seen is extinguished and what disappears is remembered
The flowers are in full bloom...
The memory left behind is just a field of flower petals...
Once the wind blows it away, there will be no more...
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