I saw that in the field of sunflowers, your smile made the sunshine lose its color.
I heard that in the dance of fireflies, your singing made the night beautiful
I recall that in a movie without a camera, your image makes youth have no regrets
How many times have I returned to the starting point of my memory, looking for a little comfort? Maybe, this is my destination.
I like to wander, looking at the joy that does not belong to me in the deserted streets, not knowing what else to do; the rain has just fallen, the earthy smell is very fragrant, and there are still a few raindrops that linger on, moistening the air; the streets are not empty of people, and there is no crowding and shouting, but you are in my world...