Melancholy youth, I used to think so ignorantly
The windmill in the song of the seasons, it flows every day
In the poems of the wind, flowers and snow, I grow up year after year
The story of the life and the farewell of the time, the story of the time that has changed the man
Just in the youth of that sentimental and waiting for the first time
Yellow photographs, old letters and faded Christmas cards.
Yellow photos, old letters and faded Christmas cards
The songs I wrote for you when I was young, I'm afraid you've long forgotten them
The vows of the past are like colorful bookmarks in a textbook
How many beautiful poems were engraved on the pages of the book, but they were just a puff of smoke in the end
Life and farewells to the past have changed the two of us
Just as we grew up, so did our youth. Sentimental and the first tears of youth
Distant journeys, yesterday's dreams, and distant laughter
How many journeys have we traveled to see each other again
No longer the familiar me with my old wild dreams
Nor the familiar you with your old smiles
The story of life and farewell to time has changed us