How many people are brooding about their childhood?
How many people are obsessed with their first love?
How many times have the world turned upside down, earning flowers and applause? Looking back at dusk, who knows where the loved one is?
How does a persistent woman impress a sinister man, and where does the elegant love go?
There is suspicion and jealousy in love, and no one has a past. However, when I identify with you, I can only see the present and the future in my eyes.
I won't say that I will hold my son's hand and grow old together with you, but I promise with my life that I will live up to the madness of this life.