The person I loved deeply when I was young has her name engraved on every needle and inserted into my heart. If I dare to forget you, it will make my heart ache.
But once upon a time, I foolishly thought that holding hands may be difficult to realize with others, and you and I will last forever, but the world will eventually play tricks on people. It turns out that the origin of good dreams is really the easiest to wake up from.
Although I have lost you, although I have confused you, true love for someone is never recognized by the naked eye. You never knew, and I never knew, that I have always kept you in my heart. The recognition of you depends on every needle in my heart. It is they who deeply remember who the owner of this heart belongs to...
Whose youth is not left blank, I hope it will all have a perfect ending...