When I was young, because I met you, I didn't understand you at that time. In the years of youth, there have been joys, efforts, regrets, partings... But you are alone without you, only a vague figure in my memory... When we meet again, it is right or wrong, but you are my cinnabar mole. I tried so hard to get closer to you, even though I knew it was wrong, I never regretted it