Memories, memories, memories and memories.
The past years passed by without me realizing it.
The age when you dream, where will you wake up from the dream.
Looking back,
Therefore, after hundreds of years of sailing across the sea,
I still remember my childhood dreams.
Green years,
enthusiastic,
Romance ideals and reality.
Waking up from a dream in the middle of the night,
Half a cup of tea and a book,
Sit alone, listen to the rain, and watch the world with a smile.