It is said that there is a long, long checkered path somewhere.
I'm at this end,
And which side are you on.
Between the squares is our full longing for each other.
Finally one day
All thoughts turned into beliefs,
I'll look there,
You look for it here,
No matter how far the road is,
We all firmly believe that one day we will meet each other,
It's just that we all ignored this,
That is,
If we miss, if we meet but just pass each other,
Then by that time,
The time we met,
Is there any more?
Deadline?
Conception: