Youth, fairy tale, sunshine teenager

Xinyang has risen

Twilight has long since passed away

White pigeons across the head

Sunshine teenager

Lightly mad, you are flying short

The blazing sword is still a new day

Also like a prince

Memory seems to start flying

Flying far and far

The sword seems to be still in the hand

I found it when I was carrying it.

Your world has no trace of it

But must admit

Youth is a dreamlike fairy tale

you guys

Is a prince in a fairy tale

The second day: color zero Ling