The language of flowers: the beauty of the end
Her opening means that spring will pass again
The passage of time keeps wasting away the love that can't bear to wait the most
The sweet scent of tea drifting in the sky
do you still remember me
My life may be doomed
Our love may be destined to become a torn heart in the end.
Spring is about to pass
Fragrance becomes a memory
appear in your mind again
I only look forward to
The moment between you and me is the mark of your happiness
If there is an afterlife, I would like to be a lavender, waiting for you...