There were a pair of eyes that looked deeply into me in the photo frame
Stayed in the lie called youth
We were in our prime at that time
But they only left each other's backs and melancholy
Your singing gradually fades away in my dream
My figure is fragmented in memory
I'm still stubborn and proud
In the end, we lost years and lost time
Xia's demise stems from your injuries
Executive summer
Eucalyptus Sheng-produced with sincerity