In life, things are born, given life, blossom and grow. And then they must also vanish. With the ending of winter, there comes Spring. Time and space are finite. However, there is beauty in this loss, beauty in this change, the idea that we are here now, but that Soon I will miss.

在生命中，诞生了万物，

萌芽，开花，成长。

然后他们终将死亡

冬天结束是春天的开始。

春天也终有一日会结束

失去中存在美丽，

变化中存在美丽

我们现在相聚

很快又将别离