Picking up a cup of hot tea, the fragrance fills the air.
Bits and pieces of the past gradually appeared before my eyes.
The blue lace you gave me is still tied around my wrist.
The proud look on your smile is still in my mind.
If this is love, why do I dare not speak.
Such a girl's heart like a cherry blossom! It's so elusive.
If possible, will you listen to me again?
If you could, would you hold my hand again?