My eyes have seen the old windows
A sunset hangs outside the window
The setting sun gives off a light that makes me feel lazy
The light falls on the desk where I sit
Ink pen writes hope on white paper
Those are stubbornness that has nothing to do with youth
There is still some melancholy that has nothing to do with memories.
The years that could not be passed
The love that could not be avoided
And the vows I made
In fact, it has nothing to do with youth
It's just that I can't forget those feelings
Just everything we had
will last forever in life