Five years have passed since April 1, 2003. Every time I want to write something, it feels like it's stuck in my throat and I can't say anything. Such a poignant silhouette, such peerless elegance, only turned into a wisp of misty song in flight, and it was like flowers blooming under the sky. The blooms soon withered, and blood suddenly fell like rain.
Who is so panicked?
Cut through the time of April
Asuka and Farewell My Concubine were both shattered in the mirror
Who carved your palm?
The painting of pampering is so long, so long, so long
give me faith
Never forget the love of that time
Whether on earth or in heaven, you are still my favorite in my life
The legend of Momoe continues to spread
Hope to meet you again in the next life
Dreams of death, drunkenness and life, fireworks
Because I believe you have never left, so I never despair
At least there is love to help me lie in my heart
spread the distance into a river
From now on, we will be separated by the end of the world
No matter where you are
Because to be a thoughtful person is destined to be sad
But believe that there is no pain and no pain in the other side
Continue your glory
Because those who have loved and spent time together will never be forgotten
When the wind rises again, I will sing with you