Life is a gorgeous illusion time is a thief steals everything
Seven years old that year to catch the cicada
Thought I could catch the summer
Seventeen years old that year kissed her face
Thought and her can be forever
Thinking I thought I could be with her forever
Is there a kind of forever that never changes
And the beauty that I embraced will never be broken again
So that the perilous years can't run wild on my face
So that the parting of life and the parting of death are far away and there's no one to hear it
I sat in front of my bed and turned my head to see who's sleeping
That old face seems to be the one that I closed my eyes to
It was once my eyes that were closed tightly.
The ones who used to love me and the ones I loved so much
are all around me
The ones I can't take away
will be turned into the last tear
Is there a tear that can wash away the regret
Be turned into a downpour and landed on the street where I can't go back
Give me another chance to rewrite the story
There are still some things I owe him in my life, and I am sorry. I owe him a lifetime of apologies
Is there a world where it never gets dark
The stars, the sun, and everything else is at my command
The moon isn't too busy rounding up, and the spring isn't far away
The treetops are embracing the leaves tightly, so who can hear them
This life repeats itself in front of me between the ears
I come from the pitch-black and I return to it
There's a moment between earth and heaven
It's a moment between heaven and earth
I'm a moment between earth and sky, and I come back to it.
Who will I be next time
Is there a rose that will never wither
Ever proud and perfect, never compromising
Why does life end up being like a piece of confetti
But not as colorful as a single petal was once
Is there a bookmark that stops that day
The most The most beautiful year
Bookbags filled with cakes and sodas
Eyes that are only guessing and innocent
Let's be lawless
There's a psalm that can't find its end
Youth will always be settled in our years
Girls and boys have guitars and dancing shoes
There is only sweetness and pain that we forget about.
There is no such thing as a tomorrow to start all over again
Let me feel again the yesterday that I had squandered
Whether it's survival or life I don't waste
Not letting the story be so regrettable
Who can hear me not to say goodbye
I sit in front of the bed and look at the tips of my fingers that have become like smoke
I am sitting in front of the bed and looking at it.