There is your name in "Budeze, all things shine", like a boy like the warm spring sun. What you don't know is that you once shined in my student days. Thirteen years of secret love are buried in my heart. I thought I would slowly forget it as time goes by, but I don't want it to become clearer and clearer...
Intention: If life were just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be so sad as to draw a fan?