The cruelty of fate lies in the fact that it does not care how old you are when hardship strikes, or what beautiful dreams you hold.
It forces you to grow up, to see desire and the true nature of people.
Even so, even with hidden schemes and tangled complications, I am still willing to believe.
All your songs are sung for love. You are still that handsome, sharp-tongued boy.
Even if one day, before this fate, we can no longer turn back or walk side by side,
I am still willing to believe.
Time will move on. Everything will pass. You will all come back.
You will all come back.
You have to work harder, you can still write slowly.