Under the wisteria flowers, encounters are waiting to happen.
One thought will bind you forever,
Unable to recover, silently guard you,
It's better not to see it, and it's better not to read it.
I am willing to bear the mistakes of a thousand lifetimes alone,
I just want to go back to the past,
Even if it's just a moth flying into the flame,
See you more often,
It will fall one more time.
You are no longer a stranger, and the years are safe.
A few silent walks on the earthly road,
Day and night, I cherish my pity and have no one to cross me,
Destinations come together and dissipate, just like water,
Carrying the burden of the world.
Fettered for a lifetime, the body is not intact,
I would also like to return your smile.