In the next life, I want to be a fallen flower petal
Even if I can only lightly brush your shoulder
Maybe you gave it...
Just a casual glance
I also want to leave the last fragrance with you
In this life, I just want to walk with you in the garden of my dreams
I just want to dance for you all my life
Even if you forget...
The face I missed in my previous life
I will also promise you the fate of falling flowers in the next life.
The flowers tremble and the leaves fall, the eyes are dull, everything ends, and it is no longer the same as before. If the flower is heartless, how can it be turned into mud? It is only for this life, and it is only mud for a lifetime. However, it is sentimental, so there is no resentment. I make flowers into flutes and play the flute in sorrow. Love means spending your whole life, pursuing it from life to life, and rejecting it after thousands of reincarnations.
Wait, just one word, makes me haggard. Reading, just one word, makes me cry. The figure lurking in the depths of memories was seduced by the memory touched by the eyes. The joy and laughter of the past were buried in the silence with the floating dust, and were buried under the fallen flowers.
A wisp of fragrance dormant in the palm of my hand depicts a dreamy figure and reveals the happy memories with you over the years. Sometimes I get drunk, sometimes sigh, and sometimes cry. The plots of the changing pictures, no matter how fast or how short they last, cannot annihilate the affection and beautiful shadows you left behind. The broken memories retain the memories of being with you. ——Inscription