Waiting for someone, someone who pleases your heart.
From the flowers blooming until the leaves fall, from the green hair to the white hair, from this life to the next life.
Maybe the man's frown and smile, every time he looked back and raised his eyes were blurred, and maybe he had even forgotten the reason for waiting for him.
And that person may come back tomorrow, or he may never come back.
But no matter the vicissitudes of life, I will always be here.
Waiting for you, just like the young man who had no regrets.