The wind is blowing, thousands of tents are mourning, how hateful?
The flower hates to fall, and it fades thousands of miles away. Don't you hate it?
The snow is falling, the sky is singing sad songs, is it not hate?
Falling red is ruthless, don't let go...
In the first half of my life, I played the leading role with you... But there was no result...
The protagonist in the second half of my life is not you... But I miss you endlessly...