The moment the sycamore leaves fell, I saw you in a trance between the light and shadow. . . .
Oh no, there is also me, our youth. . .
I was the one who broke my promises when I was young, but look, I'm not back. . . But you. . . You obviously keep your promise, why haven't you come back yet? . . .
Why did something happen to you? I was obviously the culprit of all this.