In the river of youth, we waded through it, facing the strong wind and heavy rain.
In this way, we suddenly separated at the intersection of youth, and everything in the past passed away quietly like yesterday.
When the wind blows past yesterday, today, and even tomorrow, or each season, I know that we have been separated.
Dear man, where have you been? Why am I left alone to hesitate at the crossroads of youth? We passed by yesterday, and tomorrow should be equally beautiful.
We were together once and we will be together in the future.