First love is a small thing

A rain of time

Let's remember

Drift with the wind

That full of sorrow

Scattered sorrows

Over time

It has also slowly faded away

But that looming concern

Ambiguity at the corners of the eyebrows

Also, that intentional or unintentional misunderstanding

It's still there

My heart

I'm thinking

Is it nostalgia for that time

I think about it from time to time

The laughter of that year

And the crying of that year

The passage of time

Maybe it has its own perception

However, time flies

Love and waiting?

Reminiscing about those past events

Like this one song

There is always endless sorrow

The singing of that bleakness

Maybe

We can let the winds of those four seasons prevail

Erase these remaining memories

Let it fall into the dust

There is no trace

But, for many years

I didn't let it freeze your heart

Nor did it freeze

Those years, about our grief

And the memories of those joys

Instead, choose

Let it hide behind the bustle

Let all these feelings be felt

It is flooding in these unfinished years

Perhaps, we are not willing to give up

It's nostalgia

But keeping these fills us with bitterness

Sad and confused memories

It is not so that our past footsteps can still linger in the mind

Perhaps, there are memories

It could not have slept

Or dare not fall asleep

Or maybe sleep or not

It all had its eyes open just as well

But sometimes it is silently weeping