The weathered fleeting years turned into broken shadows,
It still reflects your figure.
The rampage in that period is unclear,
I don't know whose fleeting years have been indifferent.
We watched it together at the beginning? ?
The swing we once played together,
A topic that makes people laugh out of nowhere,
Occasionally it still exists in our dreams.
Even knowing that this may be just an illusory dream,
On the path of fleeting energy that we trace together.
We agreed to seize the day,
Even if you no longer have the strength to kneel with the opponent at the promised end,
I never regretted that rampage,
Let us have the whole world forever.