When I was a child, I would always hold your hand like this, just hoping to wait by your side. In order to protect you, I accidentally cut my finger, but this laughter made you cry and heartache. When we grow up, we are farther and farther apart from the two sides of the earth. When will we be able to meet the smiling face in the palm of our hands? Recalling our childhood, we can feel it when we close our eyes, the tenderness that slowly flows in our hearts. Will you miss me now that I have left our childhood? Maybe you can find someone to wait for you. ----"When We Were Young" TANK
(If you like romance, don't come in. This is just a fragment of my beautiful memories. They are just memories of people who are too important, me, us, and our childhood.)