Flowers Bloom with Different Appreciation, Flowers Fall with Different Sadness

What I want is not a city or a pond, but a lifetime. We have traveled thousands of miles across mountains and rivers, and when we come back, I am still your boy. If I can wait, I will wait for eight or ten years, but I am afraid that I know I can't wait, but I don't dare to die easily. I watch the flowers bloom and fall alone, year after year, and finally I descend to hell with fear, but you still can't find it. We are all peach blossoms, some can withstand the burning of their flowers, while others are destined to flow in vain. If I really want to compete for favor, there will be no place for you in this world, let alone this harem. Over the years, I have lived for you, died for you, and every wound on my body has been for you. If I hadn't hidden you in my heart, I would never be as humble as an ant no matter how much my life was like.