Falling Flowers and Thick Ink Dust

Falling in this world, I can't help myself. Please cherish the petals one after another. Who do you speak for in a lifetime of love? The ink marks spread across millions of articles. There is no one to speak about the struggle in the world. I tell you my fantasies and you whisper your secrets to me. Make a silent promise and hope it will come true ten years later. Today I am unknown, but tomorrow I will be far away from home. Haha, just kidding. I don't ask for much from my story, I just want you to like it.