Those young people who seem real and fake
Under the extremely brilliant eyes on campus
We grow up quietly
So long that we don't know each other
"You
in my world
fly high
your world
It's a paradise I can't reach
The sky full of dandelions is the direction of the wind
The blurred sunshine fills your face
I saw heavy snow blooming under the flying catkins
In your world, in my sky
Happy flying"