Memories are like a storyteller
in a tone full of local accent
Jump over puddles
Bypass the small village
Waiting for the fate to meet
You make a city out of mud
He said he would marry me in the future
How many turns
How many times have we passed the door?
Wasting youth
A small oath is not stable yet
The little tears are still holding on
Young lips are saying separation
There is a person living in my heart from now on
We used to look small
That year you moved a small bench
I was fascinated by the show and followed along all the way
I'm looking for the person in that story
You are an indispensable part
You took a little nap under the tree
The little me was waiting foolishly
Small touches rain one after another
The little awkwardness is annoying
Little people can't kiss yet
I'm looking for the person in that story
You are an indispensable part
You took a little nap under the tree
The little me was waiting foolishly
I'm looking for the person in that story
You are an indispensable part
Little hands holding little people
Guarding a small eternity
When we were young, we didn't understand the entanglements between sects or the cruelty of war.
The story begins here, from a small promise to the unpredictable world.