Can we still go back to that day——
Your flowing long hair caressed my face, you hugged me intimately, your eyes were smart and clear.
You will lean against me and tell me everything that is on your mind without any resistance. You will hold my hand and watch the most beautiful sunrise in Eastern Ossia with me.
You won't be like this again-
Like this again——
Vent your anger on me endlessly.
The way you look at me has changed, which is even more hurtful than the way you looked at me in disbelief that day.
I am like the winter snow that cannot catch the fallen leaves, I can only be abandoned by you in the mud. You trample on me, but still give me little hope.
I often say to myself, "Is this it? I can still persist."
When will your eyes change again?
If I didn't know you, would there be a new story at the beginning...
Concept: Love is precious