I am an immature child.
So immature that I refuse to let go of some beautiful memories of the past.
Until someone cruelly tore them from my hands, from my memory.
From then on, I was no longer whole, left bloody and broken.
Everything in my memories blurred into a summer without a single twist or turn.
Through the haze, I watched my childhood wave goodbye.
It left, taking with it a city's rain
and the last tear from my dried-up tear ducts.
Theme:
(Second time) Is it true?
It's nostalgic, it's very similar to me, hee hee~!
He is already a big kid, but he is saying some childish things that make him blush~~ This is the naive me, the simple me in childhood, In those days when I sat barefoot by the ditch, I haven't experienced those unforgettable moments yet Still pure, simple and happy.