Their story is like a circle, turning around, meeting many people and then returning to the same place.
But can love be like this?
After youth, we are always left with slightly yellowed books.
It is filled with our past joyful songs and laughter.
With tears in my eyes, I read it again and again.
But I have to admit that youth is too hasty.
Because I have been here, I never regret it.
Because of your company, I am never alone.
So, my dear, you want to be happy.
