The little yellow flower of the story has been floating since the year of birth, the swing of childhood
The memory keeps flashing until now.ㄖㄨㄟㄙㄡㄙㄡㄒ
ㄌㄚㄙㄡㄌㄚㄒ ㄒ ㄒ ㄒ ㄌㄚ ㄒ ㄌㄚㄙㄡ
Playing the prelude and looking at the sky, I think of the day when the petals tried to fall and I skipped school for you.
The day the flowers fell, that room in the classroom, why can't I see the rainy day that disappeared
I really want to get wet again. I didn't expect that I still have the courage I lost. I really want to ask again.
Will you wait or leave? On a windy day, I tried to hold your hand
But it happens that the rain is getting so heavy that I can't see you anymore. How long will it take?
Only then can I be by your side, waiting for the day when it clears up. Maybe I will be better.
Once upon a time, there was someone who loved you for a long time, but the wind gradually blew the distance away.
Finally, I was able to love one more day. But at the end of the story, you seemed to have said goodbye.