Drowsiness piles up, leaving you with a myriad of thoughts.
Farewell to the flowing cherry blossoms in the evening pavilion, farewell to the quiet camphor garden, farewell to the boy playing ball.
People always say that time flies, don't leave any regrets, you won't understand until it passes.
Memories put a filter on the past, filtering out all unpleasantness.
What's left is only touching and beautiful.
A curious and unfamiliar encounter three years ago was exchanged for a familiar but reluctant parting three years later.
People always say that time will never come back, cherish the present and don't leave any regrets. But until time really passes
, we just heard it.
Drowsiness piles up, leaving you with a myriad of thoughts.
Farewell to the flowing cherry blossoms in the evening pavilion, farewell to the quiet camphor garden, farewell to the boy playing ball.
People always say that time flies, don't leave any regrets, you won't understand until it passes.
Memories put a filter on the past, filtering out all unpleasantness.
What's left is only touching and beautiful.
A curious and unfamiliar encounter three years ago was exchanged for a familiar but reluctant parting three years later.
People always say that time will never come back, cherish the present and don't leave any regrets. But until time really passes
, we just heard it.
Purpose: Regret the absence of the past