A red headband, a lost memory, a girl? Or a woman? It is enough to render the lives of several people with a black and gray color.
I cried for you last night, but who are you singing for tonight?
I want to smile for you tomorrow, but who are you separated from today?
There are too many unreasonable and unexpected things in this world that come and go, is this? It's actually life. This? Is that the gain?