Brief memories bathed in the sunshine of the past
Go back there and take a look,
Every time the young white in my hand will wither in the wind.
All that is left is loneliness and the flower branches that are tough on the outside but deep and hollow on the inside.
Gone,
tears streaked down cheeks
dripping on your name
I have loved you.
At least you're not always alone,
In that world, are you still lonely?
If you are lonely, I will accompany you