The flowers are beautiful, but they are in the wrong color.

The flowers still bloom and wither.

After the prosperity, listen quietly to the loneliness.

Shallow flowers, deep smiles.

The remaining flowers protect the mud and the fallen leaves are dancing╮

Falling flowers is also a kind of perfection╮

A flutter of flowers falling all over the ground... A lingering smile, smiling at the common people …

The flower of the other shore,

The flower blooms for a thousand years,

The flower falls for a thousand years.

The flowers bloom on the other shore, the flowers bloom on the other shore

The flowers on the other shore bloom for a thousand years, and the flowers fall for a thousand years. The flowers and leaves are inseparable, and we will never see each other again

I hope I occasionally look back and look at the flowers on the other side, just happiness

When the flowers bloom and meet, the flowers fall and depend on each other

The flowers bloom and depend on each other | The flowers fall and leave

The fireworks show will stop, and the singing will stop, whose tears will fall all over the city.

Half awake and half drunk day after day, the flowers fall and bloom year after year.

There is no pride like the old days, when flowers bloom and fall.

When the flowers bloom on the other side, there is only a ball of fiery red; the flowers bloom without leaves, and the leaves have no flowers; we miss each other but cannot see each other, and we walk alone on the other side.