The cold coffee leaves the coaster. I hold my feelings very far back.

I work hard wanting to get the past back. You can still see it as always clearly on my face.

The most beautiful thing wasn't the rainy day. It was the eaves that you and I once took shelter under from the rain.

The images of our memories. As I'm swinging on the swing. The dream starts to not be sweet.

You say gradually let go of love. Then you will walk farther. Why go changing. The time that has already been missed.

You use your fingertip to stop me from saying goodbye. I imagine you by my side before I completely lose you.

You say gradually let go of love then you will walk farther. Perhaps the lot of fate only let us meet. For this one season of autumn, I only discover after they float down the fragments of this happiness. How am I going to pick them up?