As the summer goes away, you disappear in memories and go to the end of time.
I carried the lost possessions and continued to drift in the sea of people. I said goodbye, lonely and gentle.
Time sings a song of silence, and the names erased by it can no longer be returned to me.
The hug once was real, and it is really impossible to go back. I understand that goodbye, we can never see you again, and disappear in time.
Intention: Love is like holding a torch in the wind