Only to find out that you once squandered a winter.
I lost something unconsciously.
Spring breeze can blow flowers and green fields.
Blow the flower folding umbrella in the girl's hand
But what can't be blown away comes from all directions.
Petals and lingering fragrance come to you.
At this moment, the beauty of the blue flowers in the sky is real.
It's really like white clouds and breeze.
Although I don't remember its shape.
However, it is beautiful, pure and clean.
The lightness of time is sometimes like a blank sheet of paper.
You don't care about its weight.
What you care about is always the flowing time.
Overlapping years are like falling petals.
The more the wind blows, the more it looks.
Lightweight, quiet and heavy
In this city with only spring.
You put your heart under the cherry tree.
Catch up with spring with fresh fragrance
I really don't know whether the stones will bloom this season.