Parting is just a matter of drinking and talking, never seeing each other again.
When we met each other years ago, it seemed like we were a world apart. We could talk to each other, but it was only two or three. Thinking back to yesterday, my eyebrows resurfaced, my heart broke every word, and my face burst into tears.
Since it was so painful, why did he need to seek pity or ask what his heart was? But once upon a time...
Do you know? Don't ask about the past.
Talking happily, not seeing each other.