I don't want to forget the youth that I have passed, even if the ending is doomed from the beginning... The shooting star carries too many wishes and finally falls in the sky... When the flowers that belong to us wither, I make a promise that I will always love you and protect you. Even if one day I am gone, the stars will remember that I love you... When the flowers that belong to us bloom again, promise me that you will be brave and happy and stop crying...