The original song "Flowers Bloom and Flowers Fall"

The song "Flowers Bloom and Flowers Fall" was originally sung by Rene Liu.

Rene Liu, 1969 was born in June in Taibei, Taiwan Province Province, China. Her ancestral home is Liling, Hunan. She is a pop singer, film actress, director and songwriter in Taiwan Province Province, China. She graduated from the Music Department of California State University. 1995 debuted with the drama My Beauty and Sadness. The song "Flowers Bloom and Flowers Fall" is an episode of the musical "Half-Life" starring Rene Liu.

The lyrics of this song are full of sensibility and emotion. It depicts a person's thoughts and memories of the beautiful song of love, and also expresses his blessings and hopes for love. Every word in the lyrics is so sincere and moving that people can't help but immerse themselves in the beautiful song emotion in the song.

Lyrics of the song "Flowers Bloom and Flowers Fall"

Maybe you're still thinking about me. Maybe you're still thinking about me.

Maybe a sequel is still possible, maybe not.

Maybe you still hate me, maybe you are waiting for me.

Maybe the echo hasn't finished singing, maybe not.

Maybe you still blame me, maybe you still love me.

Maybe the myth disappears in an instant, maybe not.

Maybe you still pity me, maybe you still owe me.

Perhaps melancholy will haunt me forever.

The past has passed, and the result is no.

The evidence of past happiness slipped away before my eyes.

What a fickle moon, the cloudy and bright moon only for me.

The past is the past. No means no.

The former happy mood slipped through my fingers.

What a long night has passed, and you are as cold as ice.

The half-life of the flower is gone with the wind.

Please don't think about me, please don't think about me.

Yesterday's agarwood embers are hard to find today.

Please don't hate me, please don't wait for me.

I would rather be silent than hear others whisper.

The past has passed, and the result is no.

The evidence of past happiness slipped away before my eyes.

What a fickle moon, the cloudy and bright moon only for me.

The past is the past. No means no.

The former happy mood slipped through my fingers.

What a long night has passed, and you are as cold as ice.

The fate of a flower's half-life drifts with the tide, and the flower falls in the legendary wind.