To the Past

The comfort of spring, Accompanied by a gentle breeze, Arrives quietly.

Perhaps, It is not the early morning of a certain day, But the light of spring, Bright and radiant.

Under the slow breeze, Accompanied by waves of floral fragrance, I stroll through the campus.

Looking up, Scattered petals fall.

Even after all this time, It remains as magnificent as it was in the past.

The years drift by, Perhaps we are no longer young, Life passes in a rush, Perhaps we are no longer innocent.

Yet you, Remain my only one.

When dreams are no longer what they once were, When life is no longer superficial, The years remain peaceful, And the promise to grow old together remains.

The world has not aged, And we have not changed.

Author's Note