I sat in front of the bed and looked out the window, filled with memories.
Life is a gorgeous illusion, and time is a thief who steals everything.
I grabbed the cicada when I was seventeen, thinking I could catch the summer.
I kissed his face when I was seventeen, thinking we would be with him forever.
Those who once loved me and those I love deeply are all around me
The regrets and attachments that cannot be taken away turn into the last drop of tears
Is there such a drop of tears that can wash away regret
turn into heavy rain falling on the street where I can't go back
Give me another chance to rewrite the story
I still owe him a life-long apology
Is there such a world that never gets dark
stars, sun, and everything obeys my command
the moon is not busy waxing and waning Spring never goes far
The treetops hug the leaves tightly. Who can hear it?
The life is repeated before my eyes. I came from darkness and returned to darkness.
The most innocent smile and the most beautiful year
The schoolbag is filled with cakes and soda
The eyes only have no guesses and innocence, which makes us lawless
Is there such a poem that cannot find the end
Youth will always settle in our years
Boys and girls have guitars and dancing shoes
The pain in the world is forgotten only by laughter
Is there such a day to go back again
Let me feel the yesterday that I once squandered
I will not waste either survival or life
Don't let the story be so regretful
Who can hear me? I don't want to say goodbye
I sat in front of the bed and looked at my fingertips that were already like smoke
