That sad flower of the other side, why did you wither?
That slender Bana flower, why are you bent?
In the season of falling flowers, falling flowers are like falling love.
The hatred of the past life... The love of this life, and the sorrow of the future life drive the roots of the past life.
The sword was swung down, and my mind was trapped. I beheaded the commander for love, and cried for the lack of love in my previous life.
Intention: true feelings and essence, write down what is in your heart