How many people want to turn back time, but time doesn't want to!
Our memories began in the winter of that city, but they were also stranded in that winter that was out of reach. . .
The scenery that once only belonged to us is still the same now. When I am barefoot on the eaves, the twilight is heavy and there is no smile on my expression. Do I want to relive the old dream again? . . .
Throw away the sadness. . . Throw away the confusion. . . Throw away the confusion. . .
No longer thinking about it, I stepped past my childishness step by step.