You Have to Want My Love Even If You Don't Want It

Flowers fly away from the world, and the building becomes empty when people leave. Who feels the pain for the flowers falling in the dream? The eyes are full of hope and a bit of obsession. I rub myself into reincarnation and recall, in the dream where we once met; parting, in the tears-filled flowers; heartbreak, in the paleness of the fingertips; fading, in the eternal dream. In the desolate sigh of the nightingale, pieces of delicate tenderness are choked and speechless in the poems of the dark night. Once upon a time, you and I walked hand in hand. No matter who was right or wrong, we hope we will never be separated.