When I passed through the cold wind of winter dusk, I don't know whether intentionally or unintentionally, I met you alone among thousands of eyes: the clear eyes seemed to be dyed with amber-like alluring light, pure black denim top, half-worn light blue jeans, and a pure smile bloomed at that moment...
Because I am young, I dare not say love. But who can guarantee that we will meet again in the next warm or lonely day? I am most afraid of the sea of people, because I don't know how far in the future the person I am waiting for will be.
If winter has become warmer, can spring be far away? In those days that are gradually getting warmer in my memory, I understand something from your staring black eyes and your adoring smile... I never know when love will arrive. Come, but when it inadvertently revealed from between your brows, I was hesitant - can the two-year time gap really be overcome... But now, I am waiting for you to come back, waiting for the flowers to bloom. When will I wait? I seem to be unable to see the future clearly...