On a sunny and rainy afternoon, we met by chance, fell in love at first sight.
On a rainy summer night, we meet by chance, meet again, and fall in love.
It's just that everything is just yourself, love and devotion.
He was tall enough to look past him, blurring his shadow.
For whom is the sadness under the eyelids revealed?
The sun was setting, and in the elongated figure, the two hands touched together vaguely.
But it's just, if there is nothing. . . . . .
I just want to find a reason to give up. The position next to you has been filled, leaving no gaps, and I will no longer have any hope.