It was a long time ago.

Living in the city of song and dance

I can't help looking back at my city.

I have it.

Will be lost

this

His naivety

My stubbornness

Has become history.

Broken city

Plain days

He (she)

Keep looking.

The thorns of life

Life is like this, not as good as poetry.

Turn around and be realistic.

what can I do?

He is still presumptuous about reality.

Waiting for a beautiful story

Be corroded

The last good dream

Gradually subside; weaken

Put down the toy

Don't say anything. Raise your hand.

His naivety

My stubbornness

Has become history.

Broken city

Plain days

He (she)

Keep looking.

The thorns of life

Life is like this, not as good as poetry.

Turn around and be realistic.

what can I do?

He is still presumptuous about reality.

Waiting for a beautiful story

Be corroded

The last good dream

Gradually subside; weaken

Put down the toy

Don't say anything. Raise your hand.

It was a long time ago.

Living in the city of song and dance

I can't help looking back at my city.

I have it.

Will be lost

I'm already in heaven.

I am very happy, but everything is confused.

I will ...