At this moment,
They are the most gorgeous cherry blossoms in my memory,
There is my shadow in your eyes; I follow every gust of wind you breathe,
So gentle that each other's souls have never been hurt,
So fragile that it will shatter in the palm of your hand with just a little force...
From the pure white of Beiyu to the red of Yanyuan like the flower of the other side;
From tragic love to the shackles of persistence...
Maybe we don't understand,
There is a kind of passing, in fact, it is possession