Lyrics of far song

What month is the desk silhouette

A blue windy morning

playground

green grass

Cloud of smell

Green through amber forest

The branches shake the wind chime outside the classroom

Who takes off glasses afraid to see too clearly

The scenery is treasured in clear fairy tales

It was as bright as new that year

The sky is clear and peaceful

Recalling the sound of bicycles

You don't know what a marketplace is

I don't care about realistic movies

The sound of your lips

Like a beautiful rhyme in a poem

Who pretends not to listen

But reading and laughing

If you can't beat the world

Or maybe lucky

A person is more suitable to wither in the moonlight

Maybe youth is like the rhyme of beauty

The movie of touching heart

The most beautiful story

There was no room for the crowd to leave

Alone in the snow

Evidence of emotional bitterness buried away

Is the diary neat

Little by little is as thin as a cicada's wings

Dragonflies in the corridor

A little disappearing

A gift you didn't have the courage to send

Is it sad in the drawer

If you can't beat the world

Or maybe lucky

A person is more suitable to wither in the moonlight

Maybe youth is like the rhyme of beauty

The movie of touching heart

The most beautiful story

There was no room for the crowd to leave

Alone in the snow

Evidence of emotional bitterness buried away

Is the diary neat

Little by little is as thin as a cicada's wings

It's too late to regret that the rain washed away the handwriting

Who rhymes in the clouds

The ending is wandering

The smell of grass in the playground

The sound of the wind on your toes

The sky is clear and peaceful

At least the dream was light