The flowers have fallen and my heart has become cold, but why can't I see you anymore.
I can see you and hear you, but I can't say that I like you.
The flowers bloomed and my heart felt warm, but why can't I find you anymore?
But why should we separate? Then, I only wish to become a fluttering butterfly; a dust that is about to float away with the wind; a flower that is about to wither and wither.
The places I walked with you have become memories that I remember alone over the years.
Purpose: Nostalgia