When I was a child, I often liked to lie on the balcony,

Watch the swallows fly past the window,

Listen to the melody of eye exercises in the backstreets of the schoolyard.

Noisy grandma asked for 1 yuan, buy two lollipops, and taste them slowly.

The days are slow and sweet.

Time flies,

As if the cicadas were still in their ears, as if they were still teenagers,

Seems.... Time began to be a thief,

Inadvertently ransacked us...

So, go do what you love,

When the gray hair is not yet gray.

Like on a leisurely afternoon,

Read a few paragraphs,

After reading the song, I went for a walk on the street,

Freely put all the scenery into the frame,

Simple and beautiful.

I often fantasize about a scene like this:

On a sunny afternoon,

Slowly open your sleepy eyes,

Get up and look at the snow-capped mountains and domed old churches in the distance,

Drink a glass of milk,

And then go out leisurely,

Say softly to the person you meet: Hello.

Many times,

We will unconsciously miss some things in the past,

Walking through the streets where I used to be,

Flipping through old photos,

Watch movies we've watched together.

Saying goodbye,

But I muttered nostalgia in my heart.

Actually, time is a circle,

What is lost will always come back.

So you must believe that there is a day that belongs to you,

Beautiful as the moon tonight...

So, enjoy being yourself~

Everyone is a seed of nature,

Slowly take root and sprout,

Gradually, the soul turned into a leaf,

On an autumn morning,

With a breath of breeze,

Start a new wandering.

I only wish you the happiest person,

The birds sing a cappella, do not disturb the sweet dream~