The Years of Blossoms and Yan

Already known we would meet .

All about the fatalism, either guilt or love, we can't resolve.

But even though,

Cken that the obsession between us expunged nought.

Destiny bonded with sacrificial blood,

Evanescent Rosa rugosa buried it in a deserted grave.

Faithful love of ours,

Get no answer to the frail foreverness.

His failed prophecy permeated into our spirit,

Irksomely evanesced at the moment rusa cries.

Jaded, both thee an’me.

Jaggy thorn stretched, naught would lead us back't dawn.