After separation, I thought that time would be the medicine for forgetting, but after experiencing it, I realized that love will be even more painful when I dream about it at midnight. I think one day when I look old, I will still be like a child, persistent and reluctant to part with that strawberry-flavored Alpine stick. Maybe it's not because it's sweet, but because it represents you and the memories we had...
When the wheels of the year appear again and again, and time fills my story into a book, the page about you will still be as clear as yesterday. Over the years, I have understood that loving and being loved are both a blessing, but those who love will feel more heartache. It doesn't matter, since the fate is shallow, then I just want to see you happy. I think one day, even if I can't forget you, I can say to you openly and honestly, goodbye to the strawberry-flavored Alps.
Conception:
Oh! Great, come on (? ??_??)?