I met you in those beautiful years, and we were both very young.
I met you on New Year's Eve this year, and you and I forced ourselves to smile.
At the beginning, we were naive and thought that if we liked each other, we would love each other forever.
However, after experiencing the storm, we realized that we are so fragile and incompetent despite not being afraid of anything. But those so-called alliances, love and hate entanglements, have long been intertwined into webs and twisted into hemp ropes by reality, and it is difficult to distinguish the pure colors when they first met.
I think, if everything could start over, I would like to stay at that warm smile that appeared under the sunset. Time will not grow old, and you and I will not change...