This article is slightly sadistic. The male protagonist loves the female protagonist very much. The female protagonist is more willful, but very innocent and cute.
The flowers have withered and bloomed again. Why can't I see you?
I am you in my heart, I am you in my dreams, but I cannot love you.
Those days that passed in vain are like
A long song that has lost its tune
maybe i would rather
Be a flower that blooms in the morning and falls in the evening,
A faded citrus fruit,
A dying moth...
We have been waiting for each other for thousands of years, looking back has turned into dust