Over the years, I always think of that afternoon when I was seventeen, at three o'clock, there was wind and sunshine, and there was a person. When I turned around, I saw him, who looked so similar to me.
After all these years, I still remember that girl, beautiful, gentle, and kind, like an angel lost in the world, loving that shining star with all her life.
Over the years, I am still grateful that you appeared on the stage in my best time, even if you still left with your singing in the end.
Over the years, the man waiting for you has been standing there silently loving you with all his heart, longing for your look back. He has always believed that such waiting will make you moved one day.
Over the years, I heard that you have always looked at the images of your youth alone and have been reluctant to leave.