Who waits for a thousand years
There is always a dream in the red dust
Why ask what is right and wrong
Through all the vicissitudes of life
The more we know how to have no regrets
Who turns the heart of a flower into tears
Who follows us forever in our dreams
The cup of life
How to drink it, the more you will be intoxicated
Passing clouds of the past
To face it with openness
The cold tears blowing in the wind
To know what it's like to be parted
How many frosts, how many heartbreaks
How much helplessness to experience slowly
The falling flowers are like running water
To know the preciousness of the flowering period
How many searches and how much burden
How much of the landscape is still the most beautiful
What is it that makes me think about the future of the world?
Who turns flowers into tears
Who follows you in your dreams
The wine of life
How to drink is drunk
The clouds of the past
To face it openly
The cold tears blowing in the wind
To know what it's like to part
How many frosts and how many broken hearts
How much helplessness
Fallen flowers are like running water
To know the preciousness of the blossom period
How much searching, how much burden
How many landscapes are still the most beautiful
The cold tears are blowing in the wind
To know the taste of separation
How much frost, how much heartbreak
How many helplessnesses to be slowly learned
This is the first time that I've ever seen a woman in the world who is not a woman.
It is only when you know the preciousness of a flower season
How much searching and how much burdening
How much scenery is still the most beautiful
How much searching and how much burdening
How much scenery is still the most beautiful
It is only when you know the preciousness of a flower season
How much searching and how much burdening
How much scenery is still the most beautiful