The one I want to love is someone I cannot have. The flowers that bloomed yesterday have already withered today.
My sorrow: how many flowers have fallen in my dreams?
The season of flowers isn't over, but you've gone, and tears fall.
The flowers left behind can only burn in my memories.
The season of flowers isn't over, and neither are my feelings, until the end of time.
Perhaps regret is what makes life beautiful.
The season of flowers isn't over, but we have parted, while the wind still drifts on.
Who knows when we'll meet again?
The season of flowers isn't over, yet night has fallen.
When we meet and when we part, I still feel you are the best.
The one I want to forget should have been forgotten long ago.
Those vows came to an end yesterday.
Some love goes on too long,
too hard to understand, too hard to end.
Better to keep it simple and make it count.
Very corny, but come on!