The beautiful dream of yellow millet was empty in the end; waking from it brought only deeper sorrow. We walked together through the years gone by, but now, when I look back, we are strangers.
You think I have no heart, but in truth, mine has long been broken.
If one day we hurt each other and take up arms against one another, can the happiness we shared in the past withstand the pain we will face in the future?
But...
If there were no what-ifs, would life have gone the way we expected?
I will always stand by your side, always love you as I did at the start, and always trust you as I did at the start... Your words from back then still haunt my dreams!
But...
Nothing lasts forever, and promises are often spoken without meaning.
Truth or lies, I can no longer tell! In the end, our meeting was only a chance encounter. There is no need to dwell on it or sigh that fate was too brief. Most encounters are only for the sake of parting, whether quietly or in a blaze of glory...
Not detailed enough, too rough——