When we get old, whether

I also think of the spring when the flowers bloomed

Intense floral scent

The bath washes our childhood

A game of childhood sweethearts

Staged a wish that began to be hazy

That's how to play childhood

I just grow up with a wish

That's all—

The season was replaced by a burning summer

Brilliant rainbow

Reflected in the fresh blue sky after the rain

Also reflected-

Your flower-like smiling face

Blooming with the pure first love of you and me

The seasons are getting farther and farther away

That summer was frozen into—

A moment in your life and mine

In our years, it has been dusted and precipitated

In their hearts, perhaps-

A gentle call

It's just that they can't hear each other anymore

It's like autumn when the evening breeze blows off the leaves

When we get old, perhaps

In the winter when the snow is falling

Memories must have been weathered into pieces, too

Mottled and mottled

Bit by bit, piece by piece

In the warm sunlight –

Gradually, seeping into the ground

You and I have sweet regrets in this life

"Wandering Love and Love" We 19, when we are old and are in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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