Walking through the wind and rain, I meet you in the poetic years.
The corners of your mouth, the frown, and the fluttering school uniform are all the most beautiful dreams in my heart.
If I look back, will I be able to see your bright smile?
If I turn around, will I be able to keep your retreating figure?
If I reach out, can I grow old with you?
In the end, are you still waiting for me?
I'm still waiting for you.