The lake is your eye.
Dreams are full of hearts.
Mood is a legend
Eternal waiting
Growth is a door of leaves.
There were a group of dear people in childhood.
Spring is a trip.
Vicissitudes of possession
The person I love.
Those passing winds
Those eternal vows over and over again.
People who love me.
Those precipitated tears
Those eternal vows over and over again.
We've all been there.
A real and sad face
Holding the sunshine, we look into the distance.
Gently, day by day, year by year.
Will we still sing our wishes when we grow up?
Gently, day by day, year by year.
Will we still sing our wishes when we grow up?