Leave the troubles to people and find the other side.
Between the roads, blood-red flowers are blooming.
I wonder what's missing.
When the sweet soul leaves, where is the way back?
Drunk, the smoke is mighty.
Half dry?
Memories of flowers on the other side
Leave the troubles to people and find the other side.
Between the roads, blood-red flowers are blooming.
I wonder what's missing.
When the sweet soul leaves, where is the way back?
Drunk, the smoke is mighty.
Half dry?
The lights are still cold in the dream.
But I don't remember who is under the lamp.
The victim has left?
The flowers came from the other side.
Leaves, but for people who disappear.
It was hard to be sad in previous lives?
Flowers bloom on the other side, on the other side.
Open for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years.
Blinded by tears?
Flowers bloom, but leaves are lost.
The leaves came, but the flowers left.
Two things you'll never see?
That is, the other side that cannot be touched.
That is, the devil's. Gentle.
Unload the memory?
Manzhu, Shahua.
Life and death parting, that ominous beauty.
Sad and painful?
Shocking, latosolic red
Aroused sad memories of this life.
Is the aftertaste sweet and bitter?
Soul, slowly through the forgotten Sichuan.
And then forget, all kinds of life.
Once everything stayed on the other side?
Never meet, it is sad.
Endless, it is that friendship.
Call again?
Guarding is always just missing again and again.
We know each other, but we haven't met.
Even if there is sadness?
Both of them shed tears at that time.
Sadness has precipitated and flooded into the sea.
Won't you wait on the other side?
No one cares, that once tears.
Who else will look back on the good times?
An unattainable distance?
Too many unfair and unjust accusations.
Too little sincerity, good wishes.
Will you miss it eventually?
Confused and enchanting, it is sadness and despair.
Cruel but beautiful, endless.
To the initial loneliness?
Memories, bleached past.
There are no flowers and no vegetation.
Born in pain?
Puncture to let the blood flow out.
On the other side, down.
To the other side?
Fluttering, falling.
Gently leisurely, scraping.
The swaying bright red?
Yes, lost people.
In the confusion, call.
What are you looking for?
Blood-red flowers, I see them.
I have a dull pain and want to break through.
That dusty memory?
Strange, man.
In memory, ahead.
Tell me what?
Running in front of me.
That little bit, bright.
Are we almost there?
Walk slowly and stop.
Finally, I found the answer.
Bitter and incomplete memories?
That is, past lives.
Finally remembered, as agreed.
Everyone and memories?
Be anxious, cry.
Sobbing softly.
Can't find the phone?
Manzhu, Shahua.
That blood, it hurts.
Too beautiful to leave?
Flowers on the other side, flowers on the other side.
The pain you went through.
Finally realized ...