Many times, I meet many people.
In a sea of people, illusions often arise.
I thought it was him, and I thought it was her.
But when I wanted to catch up with him, he disappeared.
Or when you catch up, it's someone else.
Do you still remember those years?
I used to think that the luckiest thing was meeting you, and now, it is the same.
But you are not mine after all.