Step by step, snuggled up to fairy tales, sprouted in front of the window under the moon, bloomed on a handkerchief, let the mind eight hundred miles into the wind, showered with autumn rain, enjoy to tell, run the mind.
Light tea flowers, a classic piano music, a page of lonely poetry, I treasure yesterday's laughter and pain, I wrote tomorrow, do not allow the passage of time, do not allow the wind and grass of the years, but forget the years.
There's no sense of repeat customers at all. Even if you do go back, you'll find that everything is fake. The only thing that can look back is the memories that stay in my heart. Yes, there's no turning back, so we just have to move on.
Embrace the warm spring, stumble out of the cold winter, palm heart, will be the afterglow of the sunset illuminated. Every year, we will slowly, a little slower, to see the red sky, to see the sunset of the light, to see you through those beautiful moments.