夏天的飞鸟,飞到我窗前唱歌,又飞去了。秋天的黄叶,他们没有什麽可唱的,只是叹息一声,飞落在那里。
I’m not a guy that’s going to let my love for the dedication down.
I'm interested in the idea of being lost and trying to find your place.