My Love Begins to Fade Away

When you think about flowers blooming, they bloom into a scene; when you think about flowers falling, they become poems. Because of fate, we met by chance; because of fate, we vowed to have deep love. The mind has something on its mind, but the emotion cannot be controlled. My heart can illuminate the sun and the moon. But what do you want? I wonder why the wrong payment was made? My heart is filled with grief and sadness. The fluttering branches have no roots, and the swallows fly apart after labor. The oath of blood and tears is like a dream. After waking up from the dream, how can we be liberated? Crazy and resentful. Words are limited, but love can end. Withered bones and hearts turned to ashes. I only wish that everything in this world is empty and illusory, and my feelings are not deep enough. Who understands the language of flowers? Who knows what I mean? The remaining hatred is beginning to pass away, and my love will never return. My love has begun to pass away.