Can you see the letter I wrote for you?
Walking through the street where two people lived, there was plenty of neon.
Is it the falling starry sky, whose sadness is it?
Is it me? Or you?
Looking at it from a distance, it is as bright as the sun rising;
The sunny day finally came, and when we met again, we were already strangers.
But standing next to each other is another person.
I think we will never meet again in the next life.
At that time, you must be happier.
At that time, you must have been better off.
