A gloomy story

Spring Flowers, autumn wind, and sunset in Winter
I used to think this way when I was young and depressed.
In the song of four seasons of reincarnation, windmills flow every day
I grew up every year.
It's taking away the gloomy story and changing a person.
The first time I waited for my youth

Old emails of pornographic photos and faded Christmas cards
I'm afraid you forgot the song you wrote when you were young.
The old vows are like the colorful bookmarks in the textbook.
The number of beautiful poems is a smoke after all.
It took away the gloomy story and changed two people.
The first time I shed tears in my youth

Distant journey yesterday's dream and laughter
How long have we traveled before we met again?
I am no longer familiar with the old days.
You still have a smile.
It's taking away the gloomy story and it's changing us.
The first time I recall my youth with a sentimental feeling