Youth is a bright sadness.
The story between you and me and them.
Everyone in the world has their own explanation.
What is the most pitiful memory? Is it from a long, long time ago? I think it was a long time ago.
Girl, do you still hold on to the old city? Do you still wait for the old person? Do you still miss the old love?
Boy, is she gentler than me, cuter than me, and loves you more than I do.
It's just love, too realistic.
The passing years have not taken me away, and I have not been able to leave you behind.
Do you love that smiling boy as much as I do?
If there is such a home, I hope to sit on the faded wooden chairs with you, enjoy the spring, summer, autumn and winter, and watch the wind, flowers, snow and moon.
Due to origin, I see you in the crowd; due to decrease, I see you in the crowd.