Falling pink petals fell silently on the shoulders
The flying warm tears quietly wet the heart
The soft sobs and moans dissipated silently beside the eyes.
The raised slender fingers rested on the edge of the red lips
The murmuring of sorry is accompanied by tears.
The warmth that turns around and passes away cannot keep the past
All I hold in my arms is heartache
You are still melancholy in your eyes
The flowers are flying, and the sorrow is gone in an instant
Flying here and there, tears and rain are hesitant
Muran knelt down and begged, looking for the reincarnation of the past
Holding hands and meeting each other, I hope there will be cherry blossoms flying
(It has nothing to do with the Cinderella story)