Yin Peixi: The back figure on the steps,
Enlist the existence we once had.
The petals of happiness fall from the fingertips,
It's just that we didn't pick it up...
An Yichen: I stroked your tangled hair with my hands.
Smell this and that scent that belongs to you.
I hold tightly the gift you gave me,
Look at your pink skirt.
Lonely Ming: The face I look at you is blurry.
You and I burst into tears.
I didn't have time to say goodbye to you,
But you are gone.
I can only pray here,
Finally, farewell - my love.