Childhood candy jar (almost melted)
Colorful balloons (floating in Lige)
In this way, we held the courage tightly
The girl in the next class (the girl I like)
she never loved me
The drawer still contains the tenderness that was returned
Goodbye, the ignorant me when I was a child
The dream is now mature
The wind is reciting, the bell rings for the end of get out of class, and time passes quietly
The fresh dream is already ripe
The sunset makes the silhouette mottled
Outside the old fence
Quietly surrounding the outline of the future