Long, long ago
The wanderer believed in freedom
He said that the only way is to wander
Greatness does not always come from mediocrity
After a long, long time
Something should be left behind
After a period of love that cannot be let go
A picture called loneliness is drawn in the night sky
So
The stars are nodding
The moon follows
Forgive the indifference of this world
Regrets eventually turn into dreams
Loss is written into songs
Let me have the courage to cry
The stars are nodding
The moon follows me
Forgive the tenderness of this world
I was moved or hurt
It is worth the most genuine smile
Take care
Comparatively speaking, sincere loss is always better than pretending to be happy
After a period of love that cannot be let go
A picture called loneliness is drawn in the night sky
So
The stars are nodding
The moon follows me
Forgive the indifference of this world
Regrets eventually turn into dreams
Loss is written into songs
Let me have the courage to cry
The stars are nodding
The moon follows me
Forgive the tenderness of this world
I was moved or hurt
It is worth