So many years have passed?
It turns out that I have met so many people and so many things?
But I still want to go back to the beginning. . . That day when we were all there. . .
What I thought was the end was actually a beginning.
Go round and round, stop and go. Why can't I go back to the starting point?
The appearance is not old, but the heart has already grown old.
If you can go back, do you want to?
The blood-colored eyes and the heart obsessed with love have passed away in the end. . .