In the passing years
Right time, right place, right person
No misunderstanding, it's not that I don't love you
But in the end, one turned left and the other went right.
Time flies
His wounds condensed into the most beautiful waiting while waiting
Her pain has been forged over the years into the strongest defense
Meet again
He weaves happiness and perfection
She is planning a gorgeous farewell
He reaches out his hand to interrupt love
She carried the pain and decided to turn around
Can we meet happiness at the next corner?