Without telling anyone, I met you; I changed.
Turning the pages with time: a year of meeting, a year of acquaintance, a year of getting to know each other, the three years between you and me are quietly short-lived. There are too many words that I can't remember; I have said too few words, and there are thousands of words in my heart, and there is no chance or reason.
"Don't be sad. When a person leaves, he leaves to find a place more suitable for him."
Do you still remember the budding youth and the fleeting love?
That's it for now, I won't have time to talk to you...