In this troubled world, I found you and the direction of my heart.
In this noisy city, there is a silent symphony, a melody that only two hearts can hear.
Even when I grow up
I just want to stay there
in memory
A hazy little room.
It's hard to grow up
Wait for the same.
The past will gradually become blurred, and forgotten things cannot be recalled. The dream will bring back a certain fragment that you want to recall most, and in an instant, it will turn into a disappointment. Everything seems to be flowers...
Intention: oi