Time flows quietly like this, the time spent lying on the grass basking in the sun, the wind blowing in the face. . .
We seem to have returned to the past, those carefree days, those ignorant happiness.
Shedding tears is to think of someone, and trying to think of someone is to remind yourself that there is at least one person worth crying for.
Those who I didn't have time to cherish in the past, please cherish yourselves. Those who didn't have time to cherish me in the past, please cherish those who are now or in the future.
If I can't find you, I will shout your name to the sky until you appear...