Spring falls quietly.
Raise soft dust.
I listen to lonely songs.
Miss you
What I miss is that
The vitality of summer is gentle and charming.
Growth is an ivy-like vision.
I played back the silhouette of the past.
Miss you
What I miss is that
Autumn red leaves are falling.
The breeze tugged at our hands.
Laughing in a slightly lonely park
I closed my eyes slightly.
Miss you
What I miss is that
Plum blossoms in winter burn like fire in the branches.
The fog you gave me blurred my eyes.
I'm looking at you in the wrong way
Miss you
Now you sigh and never go back.
I drift with you. My eyes are far away.
Hold your cold hand
ah
Are they real?
Really in the sunshine that raises gentle dust
Has time stood still?
Really grow in the center of hope
Have you touched the shadow of the future?
I miss
A song with a single cycle in the afternoon
Is it no longer affected by it?
I miss
The park that day has long lost its former shadow.
I'm just still a little lonely
I want my past back.
But everything was lost.
I closed my eyes again.
Try not to cry.
You will never meet again.
I miss it.
Forever nostalgia
But I've been traveling.