Flowers bloom and fall, people remain as before
Flowers bloom and fall with spring breeze
Everyone has his own youth, which is sweet, painful, and bitter.
Maybe a few years from now we will be recalling him carefully somewhere.
What kind of feelings will it bring?
How many people will wander about that past again? Are you now confused in the maze he set up? The choice is between trade-offs.
We can't change anything, we can't decide anything, but we still believe in interdependence, breathing each other's scent, living, and then finding a future that we don't regret -