A flower blooms for a moment, but its fragrance lasts forever. If I treasure it, my heart will last forever.
A world where old and new are in constant conflict, a world of prosperity and luxury. Your body is like duckweed, and the moon shines brightly in the water channel; I am a proud man, a graceful and pure plant, but it is difficult to touch your fingertips.
Back then, I saw the flowers blooming one night under the moon, and the silk flew into your hair and brushed my cheek. But now the flowers bloom again, and you stand far away, with a beauty that I don't understand at the corners of your eyebrows.
The cherry blossoms are gorgeous, the moon is shining, as long as we see you again, it is a new journey.
Everything is not over yet, it has just begun...