In the Next Life, Don't Let Us Meet Again

The best years of our lives, yet the time was wrong, the place was wrong, and the people were wrong. But nothing could resist the deep devotion we felt back then. Time passed, and those days were gone. No matter how deep the feelings, they gradually became old memories that came to mind now and then. Perhaps youth is bound to leave regrets. Is my story also our story? Can it gently awaken what we once had?