The 517 bus was unprecedentedly crowded that day.
I accidentally ran into your arms... The warmth never dissipated, and memories began...
Your departure means the departure of youth, just like we all have to say goodbye to the No. 517 Bus we once took.
Everything turned into a dream. In a dream, I fell in love with a man and a pair of eyes from the first time I saw you.
The 517 bus was unprecedentedly crowded that day.
I accidentally ran into your arms... The warmth has never dissipated since then.
I miss the youth I spent with you, I miss the first time I looked into your eyes, the first time I touched your hair, and I miss your hearty look... Your appearance, no matter what it is, exists in my mind without my knowing it, and in my dreams, slowly, it becomes warm and exists in my heart...