The wind blows all the way through the light-eyed time, reversing its unchanging steps.
Who said that the singing in the wind is the most beautiful, so I stood in the wind and listened quietly.
After searching with the time machine, they found that memory that belonged to them.
I want to treasure it, but I don't know that it is a piece of sand that cannot be left behind.
A mark left a shallow and deep mark on my heart.
On the road, the flowers bloomed on the road. Where are they?
Looking for the memories that have fallen all over the place, the bright light, falling into the heart bit by bit.
That period about crazy and intense youth,
I don't know if it will pass with the cycle of the years,
Slowly dried and blown away,
Scattered all over the ground, I reached out to save them, but I was left with memories like wreckage.
This has been brewing for too long, like an incomplete ancient legend.
In the years ahead, everything is quiet and fine,
The weather is fine, everything is fine,
The sunset on the horizon sets too quickly, and the remaining rays of light have not yet illuminated the smile.
Suddenly I thought of my childhood self, when I was so carefree and happy.
I can't stand the passage of time, and I can't escape the youth here.
Catch everything, even falling sand.
What has slowly disappeared, moving on is happiness.