Summer love, the second first love in life, just went away with the wind because of hatred and resentment.
When we meet again and fall in love for the second time, will you be able to forgive me?
Is my infinite nostalgia for you love or guilt?
Life is unpredictable. When I thought I loved you, I fell in love with someone else.
Is it because I am passionate and philanthropic, or am I not meant to be with you?