Make A Wish, Make A Wish, Give Me Another Summer

The forest flowers withered in spring, too hasty. Helpless morning brings cold rain, evening brings wind. In front of the two tombs, withered yellow leaves rustled and cicadas chirped and mocked in the empty mulberry forest. The wind suddenly rises, blowing a wrinkle of spring water"If you could start over at the age of 17, what would you most want to do?""I want to see him.""I want to see her.""Why?""Because she is my light.""Because he is my light."