Destiny made us meet at the right time, but when we passed each other, what was left was not beauty, but unforgettable pain.
The fallen leaves are falling, and the dewdrops shine dazzlingly under the warm sunlight. I am that dewdrop, and I can only find the value of survival under your irradiation. Without you, the center of the world will also leave me. . .
We met not just by chance but just for this second. . . We never have the memory of five centimeters per second, but we will remember it throughout our lives. . .