The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.
When the love is strong, the maple turns red, and the lovesickness lasts endlessly.
A clear string, a piece of love and sorrow, the interpretation is as flashy as a dream.
If we cherish each other, we will join hands and travel all over the world, only hating the rush.
What I sang sadly was no longer the original song - until the string broke.
Just a broken string...