The cover is tilted over and the meeting is better than the white head, so the mountain is empty and dreams of pine trees are restored
Looking back on that year, it turns out that we have already entangled the threads of our future.
Looking back on that season, it turns out that youth has already cut off all our paths
Looking back on that moment, love finally left, and all that was left about us was an unforgettable story under the catalpa tree.
This is a story about first love