That year, I was eighteen, and my love flickered like a spark, but the sad fireworks dissipated the heat. Your injury hurts my eyes. If there was another possibility, maybe the love I could give was different, and you wouldn't be so sad anymore. The maple leaves are bright red like our love, and the maple leaves rotate around our figures. As long as one person is still in the same place, even if life is used as a medium, I dare to fight against the sky.
Eight years old, eighteen years old, the wheel of time, the ladder of destiny.
As long as you dare to speak, I dare to fight!