A light song of the phoenix prisoner and the phoenix

One flower one world, one leaf one pursuit.Send you a song, don't ask people get together at the end of the song.Whoever accepted whose calamity became whose obsession.In the end who broke the string, and the flowers fell on the shoulders, in a trance.This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends.It turns out that separation is so simple.