When the sky is filled with stars, will you and I meet again? ?
When the clear sky exiles the sky, will you and I still remember each other? ?
If it is fate that you and I meet, then please hold on to each other.
Whenever summer nights fall, I always habitually raise my head and look for the most dazzling star...
You said that even many years later you would be able to recognize me at first sight among the rushing crowd. You also said that I would always be the most shining angel under the starlight...