I can't say it, but I still want to say I wish you a pleasant journey.
It's okay. Don't worry about me. Occasionally the sun shines and sometimes there are thunderstorms. Time is like a cloud scattered on an island.
Once we risked our lives to roll into the sea and float in the whirlpool of memory.
All my madness, all my sadness, only you know the first day of the season I miss most.
The dream I love to talk about, the song you love to rest in a perfect life, no matter how fickle it is.
It's not as simple as you think. Who will give up if they can't get it?
You play with me, you laugh with me, you don't talk with me, who else can feel the song you wrote with me?
All my madness, all my sadness, only you know the first day of the season I miss most.
The dream I love to talk about, the song you love to sing, bitter and sweet, come and go with me.
The unknown world is slowly tilting outward. How long will it take to give me a dream in the future?
I have a free and easy sky, no matter how big the world is, I am not afraid of clouds.
I slowly drifted to the sea, but I couldn't find a tear on the starry grassland.
I silently pursue where I was yesterday, and there will be no you tomorrow.
How crazy and sad am I? No one knows the first day of the season I miss most.
The dreams I love to talk about and the songs you love to sing used to stop on the biggest day of that year.
Does anyone remember the most missed season?