The laughter of a young man belongs to the sky
And joy belongs to one person
After all, the strange wind is too gentle, like the past, like the old days, like us
It turns out that time has changed, things have changed, and the love from the past can be picked up again and rejoiced again.
Later, it was self-evident to you that the seasons came and went, but you still stayed in the same place.
Intention: I obviously like it, but it feels boring