The autumn wind blows the trembling heart,
Fallen leaves float to another heaven.
Looking down at this season that has passed those years.
But found
Now everything is back to square one.
A story that ends without a beginning.
The fragrance and taste of flowers are scattered in this season.
The weeping willows beside the path reflect the beautiful images of those years.
Looking back at the shallow traces left by these years.
To understand
If it is predestined, it cannot be changed.
Because those years were a kind of happiness.