At the end of the spring of that year, you accidentally broke into my life, and at the same time you entered my heart. I was happy that I could keep you, and I could keep you warm with my warmth. Fortunately, I met you in my life.
If there is another life, I am still willing to hold hands with you and grow old together. Although our identities are different, our love is right!
If there is still a chance, we can laugh so unscrupulously, hold your hand, and walk slowly, quietly, in that silent night. . . . . .
If there is another life, I will wait for you under the cherry blossom tree. . .
He met your purple eyes, kissed your lips gently, and gave you a sweet smile.