I still remember you at the same table,
I still remember you who was silent when we first met,
I still remember you running wildly under the moon,
I still remember you who felt so lost,
But I forgot that you who once wandered among all the ways,
But I still remember you and me sitting by the window,
If this is a rare love in my youth,
Then I believe it is a cup of coffee from the bottom of the box, without sweetness and bitter for a long time.
If I was ever worried that I would be wasted due to youthful and frivolous love,
So, now, this word is not worth mentioning.