Look at the young man back then, with his bright smile, fingertips lightly twirling, fiery red clothes, and gleaming eyes. He is no longer what he was before.
Miss you.
Wait for you.
There is no deadline.
Long night
Singing and dancing remain the same
Just waiting for you to accompany me and spend the time of reincarnation
A tree is scattered with flowers
Just for you and me to meet each other grandly