He didn't know how the words were written, nor did he know how long and painful the word "love" was.
But after all his life, he could not get out of this prison called love.
It's another year when the branches are full of flowers, but the people who admired the flowers never came as promised.
The world has been in a hurry for decades, and the apricot blossoms have fallen and drifted in the wind.
After all, I don't know who to stop for and who to leave.
Intention: overhead
