With the forgiveness of time, growth comes as expected.
But I don't know that youth has disappeared in an instant.
Don't be afraid of the future, don't cry about the past.
Accustomed to weakness,
The heart will gradually become weaker.
Get used to being lazy,
You will gradually forget how to rely on yourself.
I keep running,
Just to catch up with myself who had high hopes back then.
You're right if you think it's dark,
Only then can you discern what your light is.
You're right to feel confused,
Whose youth is not confused.
There is no "forever" in the things we can touch.
Hold the hand tightly, there is nothing inside.
Release your hands, you have everything.
Intention: In this best of times, there is no room for this perfect girl.