Ten years later, do you still love me?
Ten months of getting along, in exchange for ten years of missing each other.
"If I were a boy, would you like me?" You asked me.
"What kind of girl do you like? Gentle?" I ask you.
Now that I am gentle and need your protection, where are you?
Are you getting married? Do you still want me to go back and watch you get married? Okay, then let yourself give up.