Have you heard the sound of wind?
At that time, it was the wind that was telling the sad past.
The wind has entered everything in the years.
The wind blew in the glory, and the glory fell.
The wind blows the heartstrings, which is called heartbeat.
The wind blows into the years and experiences ups and downs.
Turbulent in the years, tossed around.
Who else can accompany me to travel around the world and share joys and sorrows together?
Look at whose family the flowers are blooming and falling, and it's the four seasons of the year again.
Look to the end of the world.
You are still in front of me.
You are still the boy you once were.
And I am willing to spend time with you.