Everyone has their own spring, and some people have an early spring. Some people come late in the spring. In general everyone has their own spring. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow. The childhood of life is each happy.
It's like cherry blossoms blooming. Red and white all over the sky. Where there are flowers, there are flowers that fall. The beauty of the cherry blossom lies in its splendor and in its brevity. No one can have an eternal spring.
When spring comes, you can bloom like a flower. When spring is gone, the cherry blossoms are left flying and falling like snowflakes.
It's like people from their prime to old age. to disappear from the earth. Come quietly, go quietly, wave your sleeve without taking away a cloud.
The golden year does not come again, and it is difficult to get another morning. Make an effort in a timely manner. The old man is sad.
Everyone has their own high flash time. Everyone also has a time to fall into a trough. It's like cherry blossoms, from blooming to falling. No one has a thousand days, and no flowers have a hundred days of red.
When a person looks back. Eventually it will find blandness. It all ended up flat. Plain is the end of a person's life.