An umbrella lasted for a long time ... a poem about love.

I wish I had someone like you.

But dusk and youth are inseparable from each other.

The rain stopped, the song stopped and the wind continued.

The umbrella was left behind again.

I hope you are the last one.

But the rings and youth cannot bear to recognize each other.

A lamp, a city, a person.

Wandering all the way

Through your world

Live full of love.

Please go forward and don't look back.

I am waiting for you at the finish line.

You love to listen to the whole world in silence.

Who in the world listens to you?