The rugged and desolate road is filled with refreshing fragrance. The ignorant boy leaves behind a dream as white as a locust flower.
Innocent face, laughter from the heart, black and white piano keys, Mozart's music dancing on the fingertips
The time is broken, the thoughts linger slightly, the silence dominates the empty space, and the promise is just a misty cloud.
Who is who and who is wrong? Who is still thinking about whom? We once had the same dream, but now we are just talking about it.
Who is who and who is right? Tears are flowing in the face of the wind. I don't know what to worry about when I miss you. Don't be too far away when looking forward to seeing each other again.
Who is who and who is wrong? It's hard to remember the lingering dreams of that year. The locust trees are blooming and withering. How can two people's dreams be compatible with each other?
Zero broken memories remain, memories of the past appear vaguely, loneliness and lovesickness are endured alone, who knows how deep the pain is
Mourning the passage of time, burying the emptiness deep in my heart, unforgettable those youthful years