I came to your city,
Walk on the way you came,
We like to be sentimentally attached to sweet baby,
Drowning in the memories of the sugar bowl,
Holding a pile of old in the past,
Pretend to be happy.
When you wake up only to find,
In fact, the future road,
Also very long very long.
Time will forget,
I was still growing,
Day by day,
Slowly from the fingers,
Like the palm of fine sand on the marble floor,
A sudden sound,
Then a messy.
Many things can be in time is fleeting,
I heard from the settling down,
Called memory.
Some time,
I would imagine future reunion,
That day
Sky,
Your face,
And should some dialogue.
But when the real face of time,
Is still at a loss
