Time is like running water, fleeting;
Youth is like this,
Blooming as beautiful as fireworks, but as dry as Coptis chinensis.
Unconsciously, time passes;
In the laughter, time passes.
When you pass by time and look back,
You will find that your heart has been diluted by time:
The love I once had is lost,
The you you once left;
The dreams I once had were shattered,
The heart that once was dies.
Turn into bubbles and fly into the air
Enjoy the endless sorrow and pain
In the end, just for the faint passing...