We grew up together here, but we also got separated here.
We went round and round, traveling north and south, hating and complaining, loving and hurting.
Her youth was fixed at the foot of Halla Mountain, and his heart was forever nailed to the mural of Swansea Castle. You and I were separated on a rainy and foggy day in England.
Every time I look up and look at the person in the mirror, I can't tell who it is.
Look into your eyes and see mine clearly.
It turns out that my color, smell, and appearance have already changed.
We are no longer our original selves.
So, my dears, should you accompany corruption, or go to Abi alone.
A small town accompanies us when we grow up. Which city do we grow up with?