Youth passes by in a hurry, and you also pass by in a hurry
Only I know that love letter, that sleepless night, and that meeting were all coincidences
In busy days, I missed the morning glow and dinner. I don't know when, another autumn passed.
In fact, we can all live less tiredly, because loneliness will eventually become a habit
I'm not waiting for you, but I'm waiting for my love for you to die
Looking back, watching you and me drifting apart
The wind blew through my hair and messed up my thoughts. Tears, unable to stop falling
Thank you for passing through my youth
To my youth