Do you miss the songs of your old lovers?

Jay Chou's Back to the Past, an old yellow lamp.

Time is silent.

Alone and without discretion

I don't know the difference between light and heavy

Silently support skipping strangeness

Quietly watching the dusk in the morning

Your shadow

Lose balance

Sink slowly

Darkness hovered in the air.

I can't see where to go.

Maybe love is at the other end of the dream.

Can't live in real space.

Want to go back to the past

Try to hold you in my arms

The shy face is a bit childish.

Want to see the world you see

Want to appear in your dream photo?

As long as we are together, we can feel the sweetness.

Want to go back to the past

Try to keep the story going.

At least I won't let you leave me again

Distract one's time

I'll hold it tighter this time.

I wonder if it's too late to stay like this.

Want to go back to the past

Thoughts have been hindering the playback of memories.

Blind pursuit is still empty.

Gray night

I don't know where to hide when I'm sleepy.

I turned around and lay alone beside me.

Want to go back to the past

Try to hold you in my arms

The shy face is a bit childish.

Want to see the world you see

Want to appear in your dream photo?

As long as we are together, we can feel the sweetness.

Want to go back to the past

Try to keep the story going.

At least I won't let you leave me again

Distract one's time

I'll hold it tighter this time.

I wonder if it's too late to stay like this.

Want to go back to the past

Silently support skipping strangeness

Quietly watching the dusk in the morning

Your shadow

Lose balance

Sink slowly

Want to go back to the past