Our years have passed by for many years, and after all, there are a few days where we have regrets.
I asked him: "The shortest love is from the blooming to the falling of flowers. Do you think this kind of love is perfect? Ahe." You said: "Perfect." I was embraced by you and stubbornly asked: "Why?" You said: "This kind of love that does not last long is always accompanied by flowers."
Flowers bloom and fall, flowers bloom sometimes; flowers fall indefinitely.