Love is buried under the cherry blossom petals. Close your eyes quietly and your thoughts disappear. Who has forgotten it? Failure cannot withstand the destruction of time. They were slowly decaying, but their silent faces remained unmoved, and their closed eyes remained unopened. She understands that love will never come again.
The dried petals are lifted up by the wind, and the lingering fragrance surrounds the remaining tears in the corners of your eyes. Please let me, well, accompany you to sleep...