The day I first met you, the cherry blossoms were already blooming and falling with the breeze. My eyes were blurred. You were walking towards this direction in a daze, as if I had seen that person walking towards me in the starlight in a dream that was long ago but extremely clear.
All moments are hasty and blurry, scarred by the dust of history, unless you can stop and look back from afar. Only in the moment of looking back can we get clear sadness.
The sky is like a road, the road is like a sky
Upstream is vast, downstream is vast, below the ferry, above the ferry
Both are confused. I have forgotten
From where we come, where we go
Ask your beautiful eyes for directions, there they are too
It's also confusing. I sighed softly:
This place is eternity, the end of everything
There is no, no need for direction here