If you can promise me a future. I will dance for you, with long sleeves, and dance to the fullest. A lifetime of joy, only for you alone. Tossing and turning red dust, I would like to sing a song with you for a long time.
however. After all, the fate between us is shallow. A few cold and hot, a few degrees of blossoming. We have gone our separate ways. Your compromise, doomed to our parting, will become forever. My persistence will only make me fall to the point of bleeding and scarred.
That desperate love made me collapse. I refused all my retention and fled the wounded city in a hurry. Such a mess can not be looked back on. That kind of trick, smashing the remaining hope. Since then, those mountain alliances have not heard from them. Those sea oaths should be spoken to whom.
In the yellowed pages of the book, there is a mottled youth. In the gray sky, there are broken years. Look up hard at the sky, looking for the long-lost innocence. Who can give me a piece of blue sky. Let me be at peace. Cold and warm self-knowledge.
The fireworks of memory, always flickering and flashing out of your silhouette. I struggled desperately in the swamp of thoughts, forgetting how to smile. Friends said that they wanted to see a smile like a flower. All right. Please give me a summer time to practice. Midsummer in July. Facing the mirror, I began to practice smiling hard, as if I had never been hurt. After this season, I will definitely not let you worry again.
Our story, which begins in the summer, ends in the summer. I was in the labyrinth of time, going round and round, back to the original desolation. Everything is like yesterday, and it is like another world. The sea and the moon are bright, and the lone shadow wanders alone. The evening wind blows away the conventions under the stars. Moonlight, sprinkling desolation on the ground. In dreams, call you a thousand times. You still, turn and leave.