You once asked if the people from back then are still there. In fact, we are all still here, but we are no longer what we were back then. Knowing it was a mistake but insisting on missing it. The passage of time is cruel as a sword and ruthless as water, but we, who are so compassionate, bear it, so our beauty is fragile. Let us, who are so sentimental, pass by, and it becomes as prosperous as a dream. It will be unforgettable if we meet such fragile people.