I am looking for the love destined in my previous life in this life, but that corner of my looking back is fixed in the harbor of memory by a long stretch of melancholy. I want to say, is it you? Where have those eyes that held my hand and looked into each other's eyes now been lost to time? My heart trembles thinking about what you said all my life, but the wind has blown my long hair wherever it goes, and will you still caress my long hair gently? There's no going back, my dear!