To you, I am just like the deep purple iris. Throughout the spring, we finally turn our backs on each other. . . . . .
I am very lucky to have you by my side throughout my youth. I have long since forgotten when I met you, and I have long forgotten how long it has been since you left me. In the deepest part of my memory, I still remember that summer afternoon. The mottled tree shadows were just like our ending, thin and desolate!
Hello boy who took away my youth!
Goodbye, the boy who took away my youth!