If, I am just a passer-by in your vast sea of people; can you not let me meet you?
If, I am just an embellishment of your fleeting years; can you not let me be obsessed with you?
If, I am just the starting point of your half-life wandering; can you not let me be intoxicated?
Who is it? Who is whispering in your ear?
If this is a fateful encounter, why is there so much pain?
I can't see the end of the story, it doesn't matter how I turn out.
As long as you are, everything is fine.