The Endless Season of Falling Blossoms

In life, partings are inevitable. It is enough to have seen the flowers bloom. Why care whose home they fall upon? Flowers bloom and fade in their own time; bonds begin and end without end. Every flower must eventually wither after it blooms. People are always meeting and parting. Sadly, I planted countless flowers in my daydreams. The wind made its promise, but the flowers still fell. Year after year, we are destined to let each other down. But as long as you remember that the flowers once bloomed for you, they need not fear withering. In other words, as long as you remember me, I will always be here.

Some moments never return, and some people can only remain in our memories, buried in the deepest part of our hearts. All I can do now is offer these clumsy words in tribute to those passing years.