The beauty of spring and autumn is all about drifting with the tide;
When the moon is full and the moon is missing, isn't it the sound of despair?
When you and I meet, who is in front and who is behind?
Is this time traveling a disaster for you and me?
If it's a disaster, why bother forcing it?
If it is belonging, where will the endless hardship come from?
Rather than being so crazy about it, would it be better to let go?
I don't know, maybe, my whole life is just to be entangled with you.