Youth is a competition, you and I are catching up with each other.
Youth is like a deflated ball, no longer able to struggle.
No one can explain why we are separated, why we are apart, or why we are together.
I thought that the unconcerned feelings were invincible.
The wind picked up and they dispersed together.
Nothing lasts forever, and no one will stay for you.
Love loses its freshness in youth, and youth loses its brilliance in love.
Forget the past and no longer feel guilty.
Should I appreciate the scenery of this season or should I mourn silently.
Goodbye, goodbye to my childhood sweetheart who is obsessed with me in the audience.
To youth, to my heart that will be far away from you.