Time tugs at the hem<b>

Drifting in the indigo sea of life<b>

The second hand saws through the tree rings, stirring up the dust of old dreams<b>

The flowering season remains unchanged<b>

Another year, the sound of spring is faint, the beginning of summer<b>

Farewell gently strikes the rhythm of life<b>

Drifting in life, constantly feeling emotional<b>

Back then we were so happy, but we didn't understand at all<b>