A true story is always imperfect, just like our encounter.
Without noticing
We have been together for two years
But on that day more than two years later
We are on different paths
I don't want to say goodbye yet
But goodbye has escaped from your mouth
You didn't see my tears
It's not over yet
I'm still waiting for you for half a year
half a year later
You finished the college entrance examination
I finished the high school entrance examination
Then our story will continue...