If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring?
Since you left, even the fireworks have become lonely.
A pair of people from one generation to another in their lifetime, competing for two ecstasies.
Will you still linger in your old place next year and be willing to put a smile on your face for me?
Spring is warm and flowers are blooming, autumn is passing and winter is coming.
When you are on the other side, has anyone ever asked you to add clothes in time?
Or are you like me, just letting the chaos called longing engulf you, but have no intention of escaping?
From that day on, I was beyond redemption.