In my life, I will not meet many people or encounter many things.
Look in that little world, there is a little me living there.
The train of time is always moving forward and will not stop because of one person.
I am alone in this world, unwilling to leave and unable to move forward.
The flowers were blooming that year, and we were separated from each other, looking for the journey of our dreams.
I vaguely remember that there are always people staying and people always moving forward.
I am still where I am, but you have long since disappeared.
Then, let me stand at the top and catch you floating around.