Thought is about my growth.
When I was young, I always looked forward to growing up quickly.
Thought growing up would bring happiness.
I have beautiful dreams.
Dreams are like birds.
In my own sky
Fly freely
I also have a longing for my future life.
Eager to be installed
Angel wings and sea bamboo shoots
Fly to the sacred palace
However, dear partner,
Will growth really be full of happiness?
The wind brought her answer.
Time flies, and the years leave marks.
Happiness is gone.
What bothers me is trouble.
I seem to be a mess.
Feel depressed and nervous
This reminds me of my childhood innocence.
So innocent
Spotless.
But I wasted my time. Now, who is playing the piano for me?
Let me quietly listen to the sounds of nature jumping on the strings, and I gently close my eyes.
Looking for beautiful scenery has left a shadow in my heart after all, but are my dear friends happy or annoyed when they grow up? I think only the wind knows.