The scent of the morning,
Pieces with a slight coolness.
Facing the separation,
Like a good play has ended.
Don’t dare each other,
With dialogue once again,
Just afraid the eyes are staring,
It's a kind of sadness.
Hope to have a lasting impression
from now on,
Tomorrow will be different landscapes.
Although met from afar,
And a regrettable ending,
But we still have the good memories.
A more silent appearance,
Like the scorching sun in time,
Life is always full of this.
Perhaps one morning in the future,
Will hold the understanding with a smile,
If remember each other's faces.