The voice in my heart begins to sprout
Can't stop spring's footsteps
Watch it
Our youth is like a song
Our youth is like a play
Hope, survive in the dream
addicted to illusion
I always think that dreams are the most beautiful destination
Sigh, wandering in illusion
lost in the other side
I always feel that I can't go back to the original starting point
Stand still,
Back to square one.
Conception: