From spring to winter, only one year
Waiting and longing can last a long time
Flowers are destined to wither when they bloom
I'm quietly outside the glass wall
With you, with her, with me. Forgetting each other next door
Satellites that have deviated from their orbits are floating in the vast and desolate universe.
Spending life and effort trying to rewrite the past
confusing memory
In this memory game of searching and forgetting, who has left whom?
The line of fate that has been cut off, who is leaving whom?