Asked the sun, passing smoke. Ask spring and autumn, love and hate.
Time is like wine, intoxicating, time is a dream, call people to sleep.
I am quiet, quiet, look at the flowers, wait for the flowers, see the wild goose, and the fall of the leaves.
The lonely person, who listens to his love song, sings his love story, and who is
I quietly, quietly, watching the time slip away, leaving a story
Sad person, drinking pure wine, savoring sad pain
I slowly, slowly, walking on the road to memory, stepping past, passing the first
I may be lonely, maybe sad, maybe happy, I'm me, I'm not young
I look forward to your visit, expect your smile, expect you to look like
I still look for the time you haven’t come yet
My wandering is like a flower in memory
My wandering is like a kite in years
My wanderings are like the songs I once sang
I am wandering, watching you in the street
Youth, how beautiful you are; happy, how pure you are
I am not a time traveler, so I left behind in your life.
I am a time guest and stay in your beautiful dream
I am a time visitor and stay in the spring season
I am a resident of the time and stop at the time when I was just passing by
My youth, will you come back?
My youth, you, or the original appearance
My youth, you, still smiling at me
We are getting old in the lights of the city
Like a kite, it will eventually have its own home
Like a migratory bird, it will eventually die
Life is still better than miss
