There is no politics, no history between us.
Only love, only hate, only the breeze at that time...
The lover from my past life has unlocked the deepest memories of mine in this life.
I think about it from afar, so I recall it, hoping that you will return... Will you return? Are you returning?
I think about sweetness and bitterness, so I recall, hoping that you will return... Will you return? Are you returning?
Recalling the past as if it were yesterday, I ask you if you can return home today? Can it be returned? Can it be returned?