2, bloom different pay, flowers fall different sadness, if you ask acacia, bloom flowers fall.
3. Flowers dance and cry, flowers cry and petals fly. Bloom thanked whom, and the flowers thanked who.
4. Tears fall into my heart and fly. A remnant flower has endless beauty, a thousand years of singing and a thousand years of nostalgia.
5, tears fell on my heart, and the years have played the sunset. Countless centuries, through the ancient porch window, wandering in the meditation with laughter and tears.
6, the fallen flowers are independent, and the breeze sends a faint fragrance, which fades into mud and adds confusion.
7. The fallen petal intentionally follows the flowing water. The flowing water has no love for the fallen petal, only hates the fallen petal, floats in the water, and the flowing water feels sorry for itself.
8. The sadness and joy of the wind, a fallen flower and a broken flower, can not be outlined by brush strokes, the past life is ink, this life is memory.