Flowers in spring, wind in autumn, sunset in winter
Disappointed, young, I used to think so in ignorance.
The windmill circulates in the songs of the four seasons every day.
I grew up year after year in romantic poetry.
The story of running water took away time and changed a person.
For the first time in that sentimental and waiting youth.
Yellowing photos, old letters and faded Christmas cards
I'm afraid you have forgotten the song I wrote for you when I was young.
Past vows are like colored bookmarks in that textbook.
How many beautiful poems have been painted, but they are just a wisp of smoke after all.
The story of running water took away time and changed two people.
In that sentimental youth who shed tears for the first time
Distant journey, yesterday's dream and distant laughter.
How many miles did we walk before we met again?
I'm no longer familiar with the old days. I have old crazy dreams.
It's no longer familiar. You're still smiling.
The story of running water took away time and changed us.
I remember it for the first time in that sentimental youth.
The story of running water took away time and changed us.
I remember it for the first time in that sentimental youth.