When the cold wind hits your face,
I just found out that summer has passed.
Step by step, walk slowly
On the sparsely populated path
There is no dandelion flying heart
Only on the road of life is it a' half dish'
Winter seems to be delayed.
Because in that summer,
I had a dream.
That dream is called-dream.
I spent that summer.
Sweat like rain
Waiting for the harvest in late summer
it is a pity that
I didn't see the blooming flowers.
Only silent tears.
Bury it in your heart.
Reluctantly turned to leave.
But there's no reason to look back.
That summer, I planted a dream.
When the cold wind blows in winter,
I was awakened.
Dreams become fragmented
I can't put it back.
Because that dream summer is over.
The coming of winter condensed my beating heart.