If it is March, I will see you dressed in red, dancing gracefully among the peach blossoms, with a cup of sake and a long harp. This is how I will see you in front of the flowers and under the moon, all my life.
It's a pity that fate does not follow the changes of human feelings. An accident, the wind and rain are swaying, and everything has changed.
I only have a short life, and I don't want to be rich and prosperous with you, but I want to be wandering with you.