The innocent years I once had were severely crushed by the wheel of time, and I can no longer piece together the original fate. If this is a disaster set by fate, I am willing to stubbornly watch the incomplete promise and break out a ray of light in the endless darkness. If possible, I don't want to be a playboy who lives in wealth and wealth, and I don't want to be a silhouette in the spotlight.
The waiting heart grows wings, flies across the long river of longing, and finally reaches the other shore in the dream. Because of you, my world can be complete. The flowers on the other shore bloom, and I am intoxicated with longing, but you are no longer here. When I no longer love you, maybe it's not that I don't love you, but -
I can't love you anymore.