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?