The past
The morning when the spring breeze rises
I like you so much,
The past
The noon beat by the summer rain
I miss you so much,
The past
Maple leaves say goodbye to late autumn
I also try hard to forget you;
But the past was
I can't erase you for a long time.
And now
Time is about to go away,
In this winter of farewell
I really want to ask:
The past
Have you ever thought of me?