Because there is love, it will be afraid, it will be sad, it will be nostalgic.
The past is dusty in the memory of the dream, and you are my only distinctive memories, that green leaves on the water droplets, is the thought of the teardrops.
There will be many such reluctance in one's life, and I have to embark on a new journey to meet the next beautiful reluctance. If you think of, then come to see, I have been here; crying to come, crying and laughing to grow up, laughing to go; this world let me not forget, lying here, with the rest of the time to the memory of the reverse; do not stop your footsteps.