I miss you on this side of the world.
Hi, do you remember
Our dreams.
How many proved impossible in the blink of an eye?
But we all remember.
The process of weaving dreams
A feeling that no one can replace from now on.
We all do it for different reasons.
Fly to the end of the world
But in my heart, I can't bear to give up having the same dream.
Yes, I'll remember that.
In your brief greeting
I can feel your tenderness thousands of miles away.
At both ends of the world
Because you know you are loved.
We no longer feel lonely.
As if a pair of gentle hands were still tightly held.
In each other's hearts
Feel it
When we meet again, I want to hug you.
Let the stars in the sky reflect that I miss you at this end of the world, because I miss blooming flowers.