Because of youth and beauty, the weight of memories is so light that they fly away like dandelions when the wind blows; because of old age and regret, time is lame, and every movement brings a trace of pain in the heart. How many times have I been tempted, and there are so many traces of my heart falling under my feet. Close your eyes silently, covering up the pain that you don't want to show.
Because my heart is moved, my heart aches. Because my heart is broken, it is broken all over the ground.
Love each other but can't be together, not because of parents' obstruction, not because of life and death, not because of villain's instigation, but because of one's own fear. But even if they are really together, who knows that there are not millions of possibilities that will separate them again. Look at the flowers, but don't get close to them. They will be so beautiful that you don't know whether to advance or retreat.
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