Time is a thought-provoking song, humming the joys and sorrows of all people. Watching all the passing days, carefully counting all the causes and effects dripping into the mortal world. Fold the warm smile into a paper airplane and fly with the wind to every dim window, awakening the locked heart sleeping in loneliness. Love is an unknown result that fades away with the melody of time.
The golden year is not a whirlpool of time, but a mark imprinted on the brow. Telling: I love you as if my life is engraved in my heart.