Flowers withered
Time is like a meat cleaver.
Leave a mark on your heart
Youth and childishness will also grow.
An irresistible ambition to become an ordinary person.
Time reversal
Slowly disperse
I have forgotten it quietly.
Seeds buried in my heart
Is it possible that one day
I remember it very clearly.
Silent youth covered by sandstorms
Old boys's Universal Dream
There is always a chance to sprout.
No one's blessing
I can cheer for myself.