Memory is a photo, but that photo has long been left on that drizzling morning.
You turn around and I see you again.
I look back and you walk away.
How lucky we are,
How can I learn to say goodbye quietly like this.
And I am waiting for you in the distance, just want you to have a happy life, do you know.
The love I give you has always been very quiet, so quiet that it is silent, so quiet that I forget myself.
After I turned around and left, I realized that you have always been a child who likes fun.
I can't give you what you want.
Therefore, I add my own happiness and give you everything you want.
Just like this, we each go to the end of the world...
When will you really feel old?
How long will the flowering period last?
I don't know,
I just hope that I can meet you when I am at my most chic. No matter if I'm babbling, or I'm already gray-haired
I don't know if the sky will light up if I raise my head, but I know that if I keep my head down, I will never see the blue sky with my own eyes...