Meeting you is a beautiful mistake.
If I had turned back earlier,
If I had turned around earlier,
If I admit those young feelings.
Should today have a happy ending?
Tonight, the meteors streak across the dark sky, scattering the memories of the mortal world, gradually drifting away into the lonely heart, the frozen years are like ripples on the water, and the lingering days are like dream-like lovesickness.
Becoming a meteor streaking through the smoke and clouds, like two planets in the universe, intertwined in a split second, leaving no trace of tenderness behind. We are just each other's passers-by.