When you and I met each other and touched each other's eyes, I was thinking about how we made the promise in our previous life. Is it also an afternoon, a snowless winter day, in the gorgeous fireworks, we made a wish for each other?
I never make promises to anyone easily, and my heart aches in loneliness because of this persistence.
When the fate is over, the song ends and people disperse. So, if you meet me, please don't walk away, because I am afraid that I will never see you again in the next life...