That was an age of innocence
A girl foolishly loves a boy
That was a happy time
A boy protects a girl crazily
You would always see it on the playground at that time
He holds her hand
no sweet words
There is no ruin
Just hold hands silently like this
Go down in circles
But it doesn't bother me anyway
This is a realistic era
A woman silently reads this boy
This is a time of memories
A man thinks about this girl quietly
And at this moment
He is already a beautiful woman by his side
And she is no longer the silly girl she used to be.
Old photos have become slightly yellowish
Open it over and over again
But I never get tired of it