The boy in the dream: I fantasize about his optimism, his gentleness, his sentimentality,
The arrogant words on the screen
A glimpse into a corner of my heart is always a sad chant
And now, in front of me,
Why are you smiling so happily and so indifferently?
Those old times that flowed away quietly, mottled with precious colors over and over again in my memory
And in your world, I ignore it and become gray
Thoughts gradually cross the line in the gray corner
We are humble passers-by
In your long life, leave no trace,
Intention: