作词 : 晊冬
作曲 : 晊冬
编曲 : 晊冬
In that winter firstly I met you
As if come from nowhere and once caught my heart still
I remembered your swaying dress and black long hair
Your name and face they’re blowin’ in the wind
Long road in that dream under warm street light
I was tracing you upon my bicycle ride
I just want to hold you tight
Yet sweet dream is always to die
Yet sweet dreams they always die