When the trees are full of summer flowers blooming to their fullest,
When the bright clouds are still in the sky,
When the little figure spinning in the music box finally stopped and lowered his skirt,
When the carousel in the amusement park dims the lights and mutes the music,
When everything is still in the orbit of time and space,
When people finally forget and never remember that starry smile,
In every midsummer, stay or leave.
Farewell is an eternal choice.
No matter where you go, maybe a smile can stay for you...