Waiting for the Sad Fleeting Years

If you see the frost in July If you touch the heat of March If you hear about the past of the sky If you understand the sadness of fleeting years If you......... Oh, our senior year of high school, our youth, our glass-like dreams, our fleeting years of laughter and tears. We are born in the 90s, this is our destiny, the prelude of the cello, the calm climax and ending of the piano, Romeo and Julie Ye burst into tears during the music, but we were too numb to even shed tears.