Even if you and I meet again in the sea of people, I wish I had never met you
The youthful years are gone forever, and the person I love has disappeared into the past with my memory.
On one side is the rosy youth, on the other side is the cruel reality
On one side is the old love that has a soft spot, and on the other is the new person who won't give up.
When we meet again, how should we choose?