Wake up slowly, I missed the news of your sugar. I drew the weather of that year in more detail with a pencil. I miss your fragrance.

I thought you were the news with sugar.

I use a pencil

Draw more carefully and outline the weather of that year.

I miss your fragrance and I want to see you.

The hope of childhood is a time machine.

I can play all the way until the season changes.

Take bamboo dragonflies through the forest

Open any door and find you to travel with.

The hope of childhood is a time machine.

Give me some cans of sugar. You taste familiar.

All the memories are in the summer pocket.

The dream of swinging together

Looking for sweetness in the wind

Jay Chou's lyrics provide revival.

Childhood memory is always the best time machine. ..

Some words are never urgent.

Forever in my heart

I want you to look carefully.

The rest of you is simple and complicated.