For many years, the boy I loved was always so joking, gentle, weird, erroneous, and immoral. But it's beautiful and makes people miss it.
One thousand years is good, let's do this for another thousand years, but such a short thousand years may not be enough, I'm afraid I still can't bear to part with it.
Then it will always be good. The time just passes in the blink of an eye. How can I be satisfied?
Your smile, your voice, your body, your shadow. You hug me and I'm still thinking of you.