If I turn the pages of flickering memories,
Because of the end we could not achieve,
there are regrets and insignificant problems
Like stories of old, like dust on a foggy window sill,
It piles in my heart, now like your fading smile
Even without a storm, spring comes and summer goes
Even if there are no tears, flowers bloom and leaves fall
My remaining longing floats in time, and I fall asleep
Even without a storm, spring comes and summer goes
Even if there are no tears, flowers bloom and leaves fall
My remaining longing floats in time, and I fall asleep
I dream a dream
I fall asleep I dream a dream