I still remember that the smile on your lips that year is now just a shadow in my memory, unwilling to flash in my mind.
Two years ago, you left behind a determined figure that destroyed all the good things in the past;
Two years later, you appear. Can a warm smile bring back the vanished yesterday?
If God gives you another chance to choose, will you still leave calmly without a trace of nostalgia?
Now, I am no longer sure whether I am indispensable to you, nor am I sure whether you are indispensable to me, so let the past go.