Time tugs at the hem of clothes,
Drifting in life's indigo sea
The second hand saws through growth rings, stirring the dust of old dreams
The blooming season never changes
Another year, spring sounds fade into silence as summer just arrives
Parting softly taps out the rhythm of life
Drifting through life, constantly touched by sighs and thoughts
How happy we were back then, yet we did not understand it at all