People come and go, and years pass by.
Are you a passerby or a destination?
Love is a beautiful dream I weave for myself?
And you are the fate that I can never escape in my life?
One wanders, the other chases.
In this game, who wins and who loses?
It turns out that I just walked in a circle around you...
No, you have been waiting for me to look back...
The flowers on the balcony are planted and bloomed for you.
Are you still willing to come back?
The rain falls continuously while sleeping, and the years pass by.
Everyone will be happy eventually...