On the lyrics of Hawthorn love

In the night when the stars are lower than the lights

I'm getting old

Looking at the Hawthorn branches waiting for germination

Spring is a little late

The Hawthorn you planted for me

Now it's aging

It seems that he has your shadow

Read poems for me on windy days

I'll take the glasses you left

Look at those yellow letters

We found two more dates that belonged to us

And the love that I only know now

But what to do? Look at the flowering season

And the scenery we planted ourselves

But what to do? The garden is full of memories

I'm getting closer to you, too

I will gradually lose the ability to recall

I can't remember you clearly

I'm right here, within your reach

That's how I believe you

I continue your courage to stay

To recall the mottled past

And see the shade of the tree where we met at that time

Turn around and find your white temples

But what to do? Look at the flowering season

And the scenery we planted ourselves

But what to do? The garden is full of memories

I'm getting closer to you, too

But what to do? Look at the flowering season

And the scenery we planted ourselves

But what to do? The garden is full of memories

I'm getting closer to you, too