Before the story begins
Those first springs
The sun shines on the poplar trees, and the wind blows them with silver light
The streets are calm and warm
The clock moves so slowly
That was an era when I didn't know the taste of life yet
I'm not in love yet
Your shirt is like snow
Looking forward to the poplar leaves falling without blinking
There seems to be something in my heart
Let's not talk about it first
Waiting for the future that will be dressed up
People are drifting in the wind
The sky is on its own side
The innocent face forgotten in the dust
How reluctant this life is
This body crosses the ocean
Describing the long time and singing in a low voice, the words are unclear
Countless fleeting years
A paradoxical face
Tell me your story
Just make me laugh to tears
Is life too difficult?
Still lively and fragrant
We are all bruised and bruised
I also gradually became bad-hearted
Did you get what you wanted?
In exchange for a heart of stone
Was there anyone else?
Let you fantasize again
The strong wind is blowing
We are drifting in the wind
The innocent face forgotten in the dust
How cold this life is
This body crosses the ocean
Describing the long time and singing in a low voice, the words are unclear
The strong wind is blowing
We are drifting in the wind
The clear gaze extinguished in the dust
I want to look back
Tell the story from the beginning
Time is running out, life is no longer coming