you
It's my swallow.
mild
Planes flew by in formation.
My coldest winter night
Cut out my gorgeous spring
you
It's my swallow.
In silence
jump
The blue lake in my heart
ripple
It is shameful that the setting sun is jealous.
you
It's my swallow.
Winter goes and spring comes.
That belongs only to Yan.
Don't fly too far, okay?
Since this winter,
Let me be you.
The warmest eaves