Heavy snow, falling quietly,
Wandering in the air,
Fly in the air.
Behind this beauty,
But this is a short display.
The way snow flies in the air,
Beautiful, but too short.
Isn't life like this?
For an instant,
Time flies.
I just vaguely remember,
I have grown up.
Those years, those things,
It's long gone
When I was sitting quietly,
Just like a rewind movie,
Memories of the past roam in my mind.
Memories are so beautiful.
Looking at the past scenes,
I just feel like I've grown up,
These are all in the past.
Reluctant, so what?
Give up nostalgia,
Let tomorrow's sky,
Appear your own color.
Memories, no longer miss.
Just want to look for it silently,
Find your own color.
Is it okay to write it yourself?