Prince of Tennis: A Summer Half Gone (Revised)

It was just a chance encounter.

I transmigrated through a crack in time into this empty world.

From then on, my life became bound to others.

Yet what awaited me was destruction and farewells, time and again.

Leaving was an ending that had long been decided.

Even the gods cannot escape the responsibilities on their shoulders,

even if I stubbornly insist that I'm only a child.

I only wish I could stay with you all through this life, through this summer.

Even if, after that,

we pass each other by and you no longer recognize me,

I will still smile happily

and stand watching from behind as you depart.

I'll brush the dust of time from my memories and recall every little moment of our story.

It doesn't matter if I'm the only one who remembers.

Qingyi says this is a misfortune.

Mo Yi says this is a blessing.

But blessing or misfortune no longer matters,

because meeting you has become a fact.

I choose not to forget because I cannot let go.

For thousands of years, I have met you, and my soul has become whole, my feelings have become whole,

and my memories have become whole.

Standing on a bustling street, I watch the crowd stream past.

I gaze silently at your retreating figure, alone.

Please don't worry that I'll disrupt your life again,

because in that instant, I suddenly understood the words Qingliao spoke when he left:

“Though it is the same soul, it is no longer the same person.”

Asa says this is actually a comedy.

Indeed, compared with him, perhaps I really have been far, far luckier.

A thousand years have passed. At last, I'm no longer a child.

I remember those carefree days of youth, running beneath the setting sun, using our tender footprints to tell the world the truth of life that goes on and on.