That song, if ashamed of the beauty of the world-that feeling, if fireworks smile at night-
Indulge in your gloomy eyes and cling to your unscrupulous promises.
Smash this round of troubled times, smash this bustling fireworks.
Time flies, and in the last years, time is divided into diagonal corners.
I just want to hear all your sweet words and give you all the romantic plots.
The time limit for loving you is long, and the time limit for accompanying you is eternal.
Look up at the clouds of the Eiffel Tower at 1727 and meet the underground wind in Paris at 1989.