Life may be like this, from beginning to end, who you forget and who you remember, there are no permanent enemies and no permanent friends. Meetings and separations, familiarity and unfamiliarity are all just fleeting phantoms.
But if this is really the case, if you don't want anything and don't believe in anything, then it would be better to die.
In this half life, through joy and sorrow, old age, illness, and death, have you ever remembered an old friend from your previous life, held your hand, and then parted ways?
If you give me another half of your life, will you be able to survive?
Inadvertently you at first
Me and the young me who are careless
Love in the mortal world
Just because of the stagnation of life in a hurry and without saying a word
I think it's the world's fault
Or the cause and effect spread from past lives
All for life
Not even willing to exchange for the momentary exchange of yin and yang
Easy come, hard go
Decades of traveling through the world
Easy to separate and difficult to gather
The eternal sorrow of love and hate
The heart that should belong to you
It still protects my chest
Just for the changing hands behind the changing face of the world