Loving you is the bravest thing I have ever done. I like this girl to accompany you to another city from her green years to the end of her prosperity. We will use the days to come to repay the missed two years. We met under the tree at the age of sixteen, and then we handed over the story of our lives to you. Hello, my girl. During the separation and reunion along the way, I have thought about separation and separation from you, and I have thought that this road is so difficult to walk. I am afraid that we will lose to the word "secular" and lose the ability to have the word "love". Fortunately, we met again at the forked intersection. It just so happens that you didn't leave, and I kept looking back.
I remember watching it [thinking], it's okay