After so many years, after we parted, the years silently took away our youth and our time, leaving only memories for us to continue to be entangled in dreams. But you, but when I finally walked out of the dream and met you again on a strange journey of life - you were still the same as before, nothing at all. There has been a change, not at all... But you, why me, why did I see such a strange color in your shining eyes... Did the fleeting years finally burn out the beauty that belongs to us in your memory, or did the years bring you a more brilliant brightness, covering those innocent years when you only talked about laughter?