Night, one inch, another inch.
Swallow everything in the world,
But it also devoured my sleepiness.
Vaguely remember,
Friends,
That year, late autumn in Moyo,
That day, you said goodbye to me.
You go ahead,
I am in the back.
On that day,
Red leaves are like water,
Left the branch.
I don't know,
Friends,
You're leaving, too.
Four seasons, spring and autumn rotation,
Three years, neither long nor short.
Leaves germinate in spring,
Autumn leaves the branches.
Friends,
You, in my spring,
Go, but join hands with the fallen leaves.
I opened my mouth,
And held out his hand.
However, a thousand words are choked in my throat.
Words, don't say it,
Branches will never retain fallen leaves,
It knew that he would eventually leave,
You, I know.
Friends,
That road,
I don't know if you left again.
I don't know,
Can you recognize your footprints?
Maybe the wind has blown away.
That classroom,
I wonder if it appears in your memory.
I don't know,
Your memory, whether there is me.