When the images of life are shown in a fast motion, do we still have the courage to continue the journey that is shown slowly every minute and every second in front of us?
I miss you in the past, I miss my old figure under the red cotton tree, I miss the summer wind that stirred up with your smile and the falling red cotton...
There is only so much warmth in my life, and I gave it all to you, but you left me and you told me how to smile at others again.