1
One day, I was sitting on the swing,
As if I were a boy again,
At that time, I was more naive and brilliant.
Well, sometimes I miss the past.
2
Gently soothe my wind
From the top of your head to your fingers,
I swing the swing high and fast,
But anyway,
It always slows down unconsciously,
Well, sometimes I miss the past.
three
There is a little girl across the street.
Smiling proudly and holding her face,
She is pure and romantic,
She's floating catkins,
Swing is her golden childhood,
Well, sometimes I miss the past,
Miss my lost childhood!
The copyright belongs to half the people. Welcome to check the authenticity! This is what I thought when I saw a little girl playing on a swing in high school.