The farthest distance in the world is not the path between stars.
But even though the trajectories intersect, they are nowhere to be found in an instant.
This love is not sweet, not perfect, even bitter,
Its beginning is destined to end...
Because it's off track and deviated from normal
This love is in pieces.
The years have passed, and the years have been wasted, leaving only a pale and empty memory...
I describe the story to the best of my ability,
I thought I had forgotten long ago,
I realized that I often lived in the past, those days of struggle and dislocation...
Recalling it again, the thin and cool memories are wrapped around my heart, tightening
Pain and bleeding are engraved on the heart and become indelible traces...