Our youth has become a shining star in the long river of time.
Our past has turned into sand between our fingers under the ravages of time.
Our love turns into a blooming flower in the silence of the world.
We dedicated everything to time, our most unscrupulous youth, our most wandering youth, which was lifted up by a gust of wind and covered with a thick layer of dust.
Our tears were drained away in an instant, our thoughts collapsed in an instant, our despair overflowed in an instant, and our love was crazy in an instant.
Our time no longer belongs to our world.
Never belong.