That the life you stand in a charming landscape, but ended up never to forget the End of the World alone, that life can never wound your dreams, but now it 

has patches of deciduous flowers withered.
 
Who's tears? Whose fault is it? Midnight Hui ink dye alone, one from the song, the soft fingerstyle broken a thousand times Looking back, the sun still tears 

whirling.
 
Now is the season spring breeze warm, flowers blooming, my city is still without you, the Red situation also tired gradually withered depths of the peach, you 

run away, the piece of the Fallen flowers masked I miss you all the answers.