It’s lonely embracing the light of the season, but
it’s even more sad because it’s like human history.
Countless grains of sand, when the seasons
change and life changes,
how will I measure you?
It’s lonely embracing the light of the season, but
it’s even more sad because it’s like human history.
Countless grains of sand, when the seasons
change and life changes,
how will I measure you?