The peach blossoms are floating, the dream soul is broken, the love is not dead, and the heart is even more chaotic.
Sometimes I don't want to say it, but I have to say it eventually.
It's hard for me, but it's hard for you, I wish in my heart.
On Peach Blossom Island, laughter is short, people are sad, and the wind and rain are chaotic.
The suffering people have forgotten the love in their hearts, who will my sword be cut for tomorrow?
Flying around in the wind, half-destined intermittently, life and death can be held by two hands.
Chasing and drifting further and further away, the pain is endless day and night, you don't understand me, you don't understand me, and I'm confused.
The peach blossoms are floating, changing people's faces, the peach blossoms are blooming, they can be even more beautiful.
How many times the beacon smoke has forgotten the love in my heart, please fulfill my wish for universal peace.