An ignorant dream, maybe you will never wake up, maybe you will wake up in the next second.
Who is it, standing in the bitter sea of youth for a long time, looking into the distance, boundless; looking back, there is no shore.
Who is it, silently weaving the warp and weft of hope, drifting away in the space of longing?
Who is watching and following the flying love all the way - no regrets, no resentment, boundless...
The dream is filled with warm midsummer, the moist air soaks into the long hair,
In the sunshine, we wave our handkerchiefs with relief, conveying the grace of hope;
If the heart is the fragrant sunset flower, why should we endure endless muteness?
Time flies and when I wake up from my dream, those stories have long been reduced to rubble...
Let's go together, no promised answer is needed,
The youth of vast streets is not a fairy tale;
Let's go together, ten thousand perfect stops are just false,
Let the once tender tears and guilt turn into dew and sand that go with the wind.
All memories finally return to the home of light and shadow...