That year, maybe many years ago, we met like cherry blossoms, but when we said goodbye, the building was empty and people were scattered, unable to wait for us to look back...
When I was young and frivolous, the promises I made disappeared with the wind. At least, you once appeared in my life. Youth is not forgiving. After all, it is just a cherry blossom dream. You told me: We have been brave, brave, loved, cried, heartbroken, quarreled and fought for our lovers together. Everything I hate, I look back again, but I can no longer spend my little youth. I can't hold your hand, so I can only bury our youth silently...
The friendship and love that once existed have gone far away, and when they are found they seem to have changed...