I am used to walking on the road alone and humming songs. In the bustling city, I hum the noise and troubles of the day in a light tune. I am used to walking alone. I am used to going home alone. I am used to everything without you...
You were obsessed with the early morning sun and the night stars, looking at the vast ocean, we fell in love and then killed each other. I don't know what happened between us. You loved writing, you loved all the wonderful and new things, so you rushed to a distant place, a place I never knew...
I don't know what the future holds. I only know that, at least now, I know that I still love you deeply. I force myself to adapt to the days without you. I don't know if we will meet again. I don't know if the promise I made at that time can be fulfilled...
However, your sudden appearance makes me love and hate you at the same time. I don't know how to meet you, and you are no longer the same person as you were back then. You were dead before, and you are no longer a stranger to you now? Is it a misunderstanding? It's still true...
"Hey, you are still the same you I met back then"
"Hi, you are still the same you I loved so much back then"