If one day, when you discover that the time of life can change back and forth when you wake up from a dream, when elementary school, junior high school, high school, university, and now all the time are intertwined among the mountains and rivers of laughter and laughter when you wake up, those who have said goodbye one by one , people who I thought I would never see again come one after another, and meet again with your most familiar smile. Now, can I replace my timid and cowardly self and ask the words that have lingered in my heart thousands of times before every turn, but never spoke? Can you allow me to retain and make up for all the misses and regrets I have had, so that the people I care about and those years can be more complete?
And those who have stretched out their hands to you one by one, who will your hand be given to, whose heartbeat, whose time, is the only parting that cannot replace you, no matter how many people and how many people come in later. . .