Even the flower bloom and withers
It can never be in the same place,
Some of the memories can never be replaced
Some of the stories can never be repeated,
The feat may be the same, but always at a different place,
If the world did not move, and the time stopped,
We'll never meet, never grow and never learn,
Since the real determination of value is time,
Different springs, different summers,
But still the same memories,
The day we've spent together is long gone,
Since the day we had in the past,
Is already more than enough for me,
Reminiscing it as the value keeps growing,
Aging like a fine wine,
Remain fresh in my vivid memories,
How could I forget,
The most precious pieces of my life?
Just like a silhouette on sunny days.
