Waiting until Spring wind blows, I'll bring you some flowers.
I may be blamed for anything, but not for my thought on you that always lingers on my mind .
I just couldn't help myself thinking of the scene that trees were in blossom during the days of falling leaves.
I just couldn't help myself thinking of the way you were walking through the street that I was sitting there alone.
P.S. A friend of mine sent me a set of sketches the other day, and I picked two of them to share with you. I hope my translation would be felicitous renderings to those beautiful words which originally captured the images that the author was trying to convey.