The peach blooms brightly, and when the splendor of a tree passes, will the ground be left with red sorrow?
The dazzling youth is wonderful because of you, but also withered because of you.
I remember when we were young, you loved chatting and I loved laughing. Once we sat side by side under the peach tree, the wind was blowing in the trees and the birds were chirping. We somehow fell asleep, and we couldn't tell how many flowers were falling in our dreams.