How can the falling flowers be ruthless on purpose?

Time flows several times, what flows away is emotion, what flows down is ruthless. Once upon a time, you seemed to be dependent, and finally you were alone. It seems to be playing, but it is even more ruthless. Separation is a passer-by.

I wanted to give you the whole world, but you ruined it yourself. You left quietly, and I ended up in obscurity. Maybe I did something wrong, or maybe I was already amorous. You that he, would not be me, but I have been living in the bubble of the dream. With a bang, you poked it hard. Everything I built for you fell apart.

You haven't even given me a chance to say goodbye. Maybe this is an acquaintance that shouldn't have started. I am not sure if you will think of me again, and whether your memories will bring me a trace of microwave. After all, memories always flow away in time, and nothing left will belong to me any more. Even though I try to hold on to me in your heart, it still seeps from my fingertips. Until the last one fell, I became a stranger to you.

Maybe I really blame myself for all this. After all, I was still so unbearable at that time, but I wanted to get what I always wanted. Forget it, the past is finally in the past, you left traces in my heart, after the baptism of wind and rain, what will be in the future, after all, there is no way to know