That year the tide rose, and the cold wind blew away in February in the lonely courtyard. Time passed and the situation changed, and the countless dreams of the youth could not be fulfilled.
Suddenly, yesterday, the mottled years blurred whose makeup.
That year the tide was falling, and the young and frivolous ones looked up to the sky and sang a song, expressing their endless grief for separation.
Dogs in white clouds, walking around, who is buried in the memory of whom.
The fleeting moment has passed, and in a hurry, who was lost and who was left behind in that year.
Looking back, who still remembers who first said forever.
Once accompanied by the single melody of youth,
You and I are swaying on the dance floor.
The dance steps are light and graceful.
Swinging in the wind,
String time into beads,
Compose time into a song.
But who would have expected it?
That brocade painting that belongs to us,
It will fade in the sunrise and sunset.
I once listened to the soul-stirring song,
In the changing times,
It also suddenly changed.
Whether in the corner of a certain city,
You also had a dream about your youth late at night,
On a lonely night,
Crying alone.
Is it the moment when you step into your homeland?
Only then will you suddenly understand,
The most terrifying thing is not that things and people are different,
It's that things are neither people nor things.
There will come a day,
Life will use its cruelty to tell you and me,
Two parallel lines that meet by chance,
In the pull of time,
It will only drift away,
Fading away....