Another year of peach blossoms.
The peach blossoms shine brightly. Just like you back then.
I stood under the peach blossom tree, with peach blossoms falling all over my shoulders.
I can't wait for you.
But what does it matter?
If you die, we will wait, if I die, you will live, and our fate will continue.
It's just reincarnation.
Intention: The country is broken and the mountains and rivers are there, but the love is deep and I don't know where it is
