Before summer

Eighteen Years Old Again
In the sound of cicadas
Where is the white shirt?
The early summer wind is swaying

Meet again many aspirations
In the fire of flowers in the sky
Old school on deserted street
Where are you friends?

Meet the fairyland again
White clouds drifting in the sky
First love is like a musical note
The echo still lingers...

See you again with tears
Has rolled on the road of life
Days like fire
Burning red then falling ash...