Wind blows across the sand in the desert Stirs up a thousand years of sadness So many young people Their hair had turned grey So much happened in the past All gone now like the river flows to the East But the river cannot wash away The sadness and worries burried in their heart Too hard to look back Ah~~~ Afraid to see that Beauty fades quietly Like it's hard to tell that It's dawn already When wake up early in the Spring Even heros cannot escape Grey hair and aging How many flowers have fallen down Beauty with grey hair Sadness as they arise when it's Spring and Fall One will always remember That when the beauty smiles A whole city can be deserted So memorable and moving