Memories are like a storyteller
in a tone full of local accent
Jump over puddles, go around small villages
Waiting for the fate to meet
You make a city out of mud
He said he would marry me in the future
How many times have I turned around, how many times have I passed through the door, wasted youth
Small touches rain one after another
The little awkwardness is annoying
Little people can't kiss yet
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
There is a person living in my heart from now on
We used to look small
At first, students said they loved reading scripts
You have missing teeth but your pronunciation is not accurate
I'm looking for the person in that story
You are an indispensable part
Little hands holding little people
Guarding a small eternity