A picture losing color
I think it's bringing me a little memories

The old man at the end of the alley selling hot noodle
The aroma pervaded the old backyard

The homeless cat sleeps deeply on the swaying swing
The sunset shined on its eyes

That letter from your tablemate
Lying silently inside the desk

The ending spring
And the patterned curtain

On the sides of the long, narrow road
Old houses still let out smoke

Just finished the season of sprinkles
Mom and Dad walked pass the old road again

Can't remember which day in what year
A very long yet very short time

Can't turn back now
The light that was gone a long time ago

The blurred bus ticket in hand
Turned into a sign of memory

What I can't forget, I don't know either
Can't remember that year's look

Can't see the place I can't go
Or maybe the tone of that old street belongs to my sorrow

The smile at the corner of the mouth become more and more confident
What I can't forget, I don't know either

Can't put down the familiar part
Look back once and see it's been several years

Look at the sky through your fingers
Snd I return to the old street

Close to your side and fade away