That year, when she leaned against the door and looked back, she sniffed the green plum blossoms.
That year, he was dressed in white as snow and stood with his hands behind his back.
Going round and round, the world is glitzy,
No one knows what the future will be like.
After all the glory, the dust has settled,
Only then discovered,
It turned out to be you,
It turns out you've always been here.