When every lonely star changes, when every brilliant flower quickly withers, when the fireworks in the sky disappear after being gorgeous.
We seem to understand that beautiful things are always so short-lived, and young love is always so frivolous.
When youth meets love, when love meets conspiracy, all the beautiful things are just mirror images.
There is no hesitation, like moths flying into the flame, and we cherish each other;
Ignorance, all-or-nothing, and alienation.
Is this love, or is it a passing summer flower in life?
It's a pity that I kept running and running with my lonely courage. I regretted not being able to look back, not seeing you, not seeing you who was always guarding me.
How much regret do you have? Very regretful.