Heart belongs to you
I borrowed it for sustenance, but it became my inner demon
Who do you belong to
I just happened to pass by, but it brought ebb and flow
All because along the way all the way
The heavy rain has been torrential, proving that you have been here
But when I close my eyes and open them again
All I saw was the desert. Where were the camels?
The back is real, the person is fake, there is no attachment
A hundred years ago, you were not you and I was not me.
The sadness is real, the tears are fake, there is no cause and effect in the first place
One hundred years later, there will be no you and no me.
Wind belongs to heaven
I borrowed it to blow, but it blew up the fireworks in the world
Who does heaven belong to?
I borrowed it to appreciate, but I saw your outline
Some people used to talk about everything. In the end, there was nothing to say. We were familiar with each other back then, and now we are now. You are still you, and I am still me, but we have become strangers.
"Goodbye" softly, but I never thought that this farewell would last forever. If you are still here, if you still remember me, if we have loved each other, will we still pass each other in a hundred years of reincarnation?