Nowadays, I keep thinking whether you are my first love. Do you know that I like you?
I've also had people I thought I liked. But there has never been a blushing heartbeat like when I met you. So do I like them or not?
When I meet you again, I think I still don't have the courage to say that I like you.
But none of this matters anymore.
Because you are always in my memory.
Always my prince.
Those years are forever blank.
Those years last forever.