The years of time passed mercilessly around you, but the past that you spilled has been scattered

I would like to transform into a river of dawn and decorate you with the enchanting spring colors.

The years passed mercilessly around you, just the past that you spilled. When youth is scattered, only a small body remains, quietly, into the subtle colors of your life, quietly waiting for the news brought by the first rays of sunshine.

Hurrying up on the road of life, why everything is already doomed.

Helpless is the flowers of the past, and the brilliance of the flowing water and trees; helpless is the beautiful scenery, and the back of the hurried away. Everything is moving forward. Inadvertently hurrying past you, leaving no echo to sink in your world. Passing by and making memories.

Now you are quietly waiting in this chaotic spring, not knowing how to go to the cold winter?

When you walk in a newly opened garden, so elegant red, so fresh and pure flowers, so carefree smiling faces, so warm, so worried.

I shouldn't be so nostalgic, sometimes I like to fantasize about a moment, I am willing to fantasize about myself as a flying bird, free to swim among the flowers. Free to roam, I run freely, enjoying the sun without worry.

When you watch me leave into the distance, do you want to experience the sour dates of the countryside with me, jumping happily in the village full of tender green flowers, you are the fragrance of the flowers in the place I yearn for!

When you stop fantasizing about being a beautiful butterfly, the white flower wings will take you far away.

When you look at me like a wooden bird, perched on the unknown grass on the side of the road, where there is the forest of my thoughts, it is a butterfly with one wing that wants to fly higher.