I use the rest of my life to remember the youth we can't go back to.

Do you remember the year when we shone in the sun?

How many young people can kill time?

The dazzling eyes in the sun are the sadness after turning around.

We are running under the blue sky, but there is a touch of sadness.

Youth is an inscription or a ghost sacrifice.

I use the rest of my life to remember the youth we can't go back to.

Do you remember the year when we shone in the sun?

How many young people can kill time?

The dazzling eyes in the sun are the sadness after turning around.

We are running under the blue sky, but there is a touch of sadness.