Dear, please listen to me,
You will set out carrying glory and tears,
Go find your lost dream.
The hymn of life has been written for you,
That solemn auditorium is only open to you.
Now, listen
You will hear the long-lost voice of your heart,
In the majestic darkness before dawn,
Intertwined into a silent and loud nocturne.
And we, standing on the back of the time axis,
Waiting for the return of another you. . .