I stood on tiptoe, trying hard to catch up with you, but you never paid attention to my pursuit. You don't look back and you don't wait.
Who is the passer-by in whose life? Looking back on the past, it has flowed by as calmly as water.
Maybe this can only be said to be an extra story, and the narrative is very bland, so you can just take a look at it.
Conception: