How much prosperity is like a dream in the cold rain and wind
What was once a brilliant color blew away with the wind
Suddenly looking back, love is like smoke
Time flies away without leaving a trace
I see flowers in the water
Want to keep a touch of red
How can I be tossed around in the wind and dust
There is no longer the color of the past
I see myself in the flowing light
Unable to keep anything
There are still some old dreams in the trance and drunkenness
These flying flowers have fallen
The affection of the past has long since become empty
This flowing water passes slowly and hurriedly
Who can save it for a moment
Feelings about the drifting flowers that have no place to rest in this world
Let the rain and wind blow and you will be silent
as if it was me