In front of the flowers, I raised my glass, wanting to ask you why we met and separated. There seems to be endless doubts and helplessness in your eyes, and I know that you are also looking for answers. Our encounter, like a spring flower, is short and beautiful, but at the most beautiful moment, we encountered the baptism of wind and rain.
We used to have beautiful dreams, and those dreams were like stars, lighting up our night sky. However, good dreams cannot be kept after all, they are like shooting stars, streaking across the sky and disappearing into endless darkness. Our dreams are also drifting away between this clutch. My failure to you, like to a rare lover in the world, fills my heart with pain and remorse.
The red remnants of spring herald the arrival of summer. Our love, too, is facing new challenges at this turning point. I look back on the past, those former sweetness and happiness, like the small words on the phoenix note, although they have been blurred, but the faint tears are still clearly visible. I know that it was the tears you shed for me, and it was my irreparable regret.
I hated my infatuation, it plunged me into endless pain. I hate my attachment and it keeps me from letting go of you. I hate myself for being stupid, and it makes me hurt you at the best of times. I hate myself for being selfish, it keeps me from bearing everything for you. I hate myself for being ruthless, and it keeps me from being there for you when you need me.
I am so annoyed by the ruthlessness of this world, which makes our love so difficult. I am so annoyed by the cruelty of this world, which makes our dreams so unattainable. I am so annoyed by the impermanence of this world, which makes our encounters so short.
However, I know that none of this can be changed. I can only accept this cruel truth and accept our separation. I can only pray silently, hoping that you will find your own happiness. I can only taste the bitter loneliness alone at every twilight.
This is our life, full of clutches and joys and sorrows. We can't choose our birth, and we can't choose our death. We can only choose our lives, choose our love. Whatever the outcome, I will be satisfied because I once had you and I used to love you.