It's better to see each other than not to see each other, so we don't have to worry about lovesickness in life and death.
If there hadn't been an encounter during the bleak autumn rain that year, we wouldn't know each other, let alone miss each other.
The more than a hundred days and nights we walked together were still yesterday, but whose heart began to change after more than a hundred days and nights.
How can I do it again?
How can one not know?
How can you not love?
How can I stop thinking about it?
How can I avoid pain?