Recall whose face was once again the young man Again, I passed the scenic spot where the accident happened, and there were few injuries Still cry and lose sleep Tears dye through heart and lungs Things change in the quarter. The butterfly finally changes Whose face I don't miss anymore Two teenagers in the past Even if we let the world unfold again, will it not change Still will leave and pester Pull an arrow through the heart and be grateful I appreciate this spring Flowers bloom again,...