The distant galaxy is still silent in the night sky
Little sparks falling like osmanthus flowers
Hum a song and cry and laugh
Time flows by, forming a river of youthful dreams
How much ignorance, how much courage, how much dream
Come and be, lost in waiting
How much doubt, how much loss
Mottled spots scattered with the evening wind
How much emotion, how much smile, how much pain
It's a waste of time and indifference in survival
How many intersections, how many sorrows of separation
Whistling by, is it time or me?
The river of youth once twinkled in the night sky
An innocent smile blooms like a white orchid
Hum a song and wander away for a moment
Returning to the beautiful things in my dream
At that time
Intention: