The flowers of the past are red and willow green,

Now it's gone,

Gently pick up the memory,

I vaguely felt a little pain,

The green willows flutter in the wind,

The sun shines on the earth through the gaps in the willow leaves,

The shade of the net is also gently swaying back and forth.

Pedestrians wearing sun-protective clothing hurriedly shuttle back and forth,

I think they are looking for the direction of tomorrow in this bustling city.

An elderly couple walked from afar, holding hands and supporting the rivers and lakes.

Maybe they never separated in this life.

A few mushroom clouds rose in the sky,

Slowly drifting from the west to the east,

The clouds drifted without leaving a trace,

The sky is still so blue, still so far.

A middle-aged young woman swayed across the road with a small cart pulling a child.

The child clutches the handrail of the trolley,

Afraid of falling out of the trolley,

Just after crossing the road,

Start playing at a leisurely pace.

A father and daughter walked in front of them talking and laughing,

The happy smile that flowed down,

The gorgeous lady humming a song is carrying a bag of things in her hand,

Singing as you walk,

forgetting that you are on the side of the road,

At this moment, his memory is full of beauty,

I think he must be happy,

The pedestrian passage on the side of the road is like the shade of the willows in the park,

The low-hanging willow branches form a natural parasol.

I look at it all,

Thoughts,

Those good memories of the past,

Those sad memories of the past,

Those pictures of life and death in the past,

Once those vows under the moon before the flowers,

Like a blinking star in the night sky,

Jumping back and forth in the sky of memory,

The past is unbearable,

I've walked the road I've walked,

I can't go back to the way I used to be,

Whether it's nostalgia,

Whether it is hate,

Whether it's guilt,

Whether it's self-blame,

After all, the sound of reality is slowly covered.

Every step of the way,

Every song I've heard,

There is a past that we have walked together,

It's all buried deep in memory.

Forget that this is temporary,

Forgetting is not gone forever,

Or a short burial,

Seeing things and thinking about things,

All that is missing is only a shadow,

A shadow that evokes memories.

The past is vivid,

The distant back is still so clear,

Angry eyes still recall in my mind,

Life is like a blank slate,

Densely filled with words,

If you want to wipe it clean and start all over again,

It's almost impossible,

Even if you wipe it multiple times,

After all, there will be traces of the past.

If there is a kind of forgetfulness,

I think all the people in the world,

No matter how expensive it is, will go and buy it.

No one wants to live in memories,

Because memories are painful,

Memories can shed tears,

Memories always disrupt the pace of real life.

If you are able to lose your memory,

I think most people will choose amnesia,

Because our hearts can no longer hold the emotions we have,

Our hearts can no longer contain the bitterness of life.

Love is like a tide,

When it rolls in like a spring,

Everyone is sweet,

The smile on the face is knowing,

When love goes out like the tide,

How many people can keep it?

Falling flowers are intentionally ruthless,

Feelings in the face of reality,

Love in the face of vanity,

It turned out to be so vulnerable,

Like a thin layer of paper,

A little bit of force will pierce it.

Who's calling for you?

I don't know how far tomorrow is,

Who's calling for you?

I don't know how embarrassing it was yesterday,

Who's calling for you?

I wonder if you're still around in the future?

How many times have we met in my dreams,

Tears are like clear springs.

Sprinkle a handful of chrysanthemums and say goodbye happily,

That's never to be seen.

The back of the turn,

Still swirling in my head,

It is said that temporary separation is a long-term reunion,

I thought if I had to choose,

I will definitely choose not to separate,

Out of sight,

Everything fades,

Out of sight,

Nothing.

It's easy to see,

But it's true,

If one day you can't find me,

I think I've disappeared from your life,

If one day you can't find me,

I think I've gone away from you,

I'm still quiet in my room,

I don't know who's calling for me,

I believe that in the near future,

You'll be in front of my eyes,

It's going to be right in front of my eyes.