The fallen leaves accumulated in several layers, and I stepped on my youth.
The roots of old trees on the edge of the city extend like memories.
I thought I met the right person.
My love is so deep, I just want to grow old with you.
I didn't expect to pass by each other and become passers-by in the end.
If I knew I would fall in love with you at that time, would I still reach out to you?
If I knew we would separate later, would I still choose to fall in love with you at that time?
I keep looking back on the way I came, and I keep looking back and stopping, but I can no longer see the person behind me.
Time finally abandoned us and ran forward vigorously.
Years later we will lament that the freedom of childhood will never come back.
Conception: