When I look back, will you hold an umbrella under the bridge and watch my leaving figure?
When I leave, will you hold on to me that is about to disappear?
When I disappear, will you lament that you didn't remember my facial features?
Whether Whether Whether…
I don't understand what the end of the world is, and I've never seen the sea dry up and the rocks fall apart. It's probably a story in a fairy tale, a plot in a legend.
I have only seen towering trees that have survived for thousands of years, and I only know the deepest love.
Lonely silent sadly happy
I just hope that the journey ahead will not be in vain if I am deeply affectionate.
Drink this glass of wine and you will forget everything
Right?
Yes