She once thought he was her whole world
He once thought that she was all his thoughts
Young love is as beautiful as a flower
She followed his footsteps and left him alone to miss him
Times have changed
when they meet again
his aggressive gaze
He is no longer the gentle boy he once was
Deep love in reincarnation
Should I leave with memories in my arms, or should I sink deep in the swamp?
The end of the story
They all turned into a mist