If my heart is flying like sand -
Who still remembers the frivolity of his youth -
The glory has dissipated, the glitz has faded, have you ever felt regretful -
The sand scattered at the end of the world emits gem-like brilliance the moment it merges into the sea -
The remaining snowy face, the scattered flowers falling -
Why bother to taint that purity?
Glitz, prosperity, red dust, dust, who is waiting for whom at the end -
He and he, she and her, who and who, have the same perfect encounter every day -
The encounter called love is so beautiful -
Your warm and welcoming smile sets off your cool lips -
Notes that cannot be captured, mixed with your lost memories -
She and her story start from here~
Half the city's flowers are still awake