Forget the first tree and the moon
The moonlight is clear and the shadows of the trees dance alone.
The wind could not help but echo in my ears.
At this moment, our ears are far away from the horizon
Let me see the nagging spring
Who would have known that this memory would have seemed desolate
I walked on the bluestone and echoed into a dream
Let me watch Irritating Summer 3
Who would have thought that this heart would turn to ice early.
I want to ride on the beautiful colorful clouds
Seize the passing time
I want to ride on the fluttering colorful clouds
Chase The dream of leaving