When you were young, did you meet such a boy? He was like the hot wind in midsummer, carrying the water vapor of the Pacific Ocean. He was rebellious and flamboyant, making you unable to resist, but still raining in your heart.
When you were young, did you meet such a boy? He was like the cool snow in early winter, mixed with the cold current of Siberia. He was silent and restrained, making you stay away from him, but he still lingered in your world.
Dear boy, where are you? The flowers are blooming on the road, and I am waiting for your return.