He said,
If you can meet me again in the next life, come find me.
Under the peach blossom tree, a man in white was leaning there, leaving only his back and those words, and then gradually disappeared, as if he had never existed.
The wind has risen,
He blew her in despair and sat on the ground,
She stretched out her hand, hoping to grab something.
The peach blossoms sway and fall,
It fell into her palm.
She looked down,
On the petals is a peach blossom mourning:
The beautiful woman smiles in the forest
Fireworks are easy to cool but always in love
Who sighs that time is short and we are separated in a hurry
When peach blossoms fall to the ground, they become sad
She held the petals to her heart,
Even though he was smiling, he still couldn't stop crying.
She looked up into the dusk,
I will find you, wait for me.
Wait for me...
The wind is getting stronger,
Blow the feeble tears from her pale face.
Petals flying from the sky hit her body,
It made her slender body look even more helpless.