tuyere
Wake up the tears of rain
Behind the house
Under?the?sun
Dry in the sun
Your eyes
Wake up the eyelids of the eyes
In the elegant
Long hair
Bury you at the same table
Drain youth
What is written on the blackboard?
ideal
In daily necessities
Rizley
punch-drunk
The Story of Time
Has been replaced by
sunset
Holding a crying child.
Sit in front of your own house
Feed milk
Feng's love letter
Awaken the sleeping youth
In the middle of nowhere
in the classroom
readout
Your long skirt
Summer's eyes wake up.
on hand
Quiet summer
stay
My old classmate.
wipe the sweat away
Stay by the window at night
Laugh silly
Before a person looks in the mirror
Rizley
smirk
Slim figure
Has become
Fat and plump
Youth in unfashionable clothes.
On the downtown street
experience
My old classmate.
I have long forgotten the past.
probably
You never think about the past.