I thought it was a destined meeting and a destined parting. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. What about you? The answer I wanted was supposed to be tomorrow, but tomorrow you are no longer around me. Where are you?
I thought that the life that passed away and the time that flowed in turned out to be a dream, a dream that shed tears, experienced separation, and life and death. But it was so good to wake up, because the grass is growing and the orioles are flying here, and it is peaceful and natural. However, are you still there in the dream?