The leaves in early summer have drooped,
The blowing wind is very cold,
Suddenly it's like late autumn.
I just remember missing my thick coat and wrapping myself tightly.
The sky is so pure, the sun is so calm,
We still laugh as usual and are as busy as ever.
That deep uneasiness has been quietly hidden in the leaves and white clouds.
We don't know anything,
God laughed at our ability and didn't show foresight.
We are still so self-righteous. Go ahead.
After the earthquake,
Looking at the life that disappears silently,
Can't talk ...
Can't talk ...
I was so sad that I cried.