In the chaotic world of mortals, who is searching for that true heart over and over again?
In the troubled times where gunfire is rising, who controls the country and brings the beauty back?
The past is like the wind, blowing away all the sorrow like snow, blowing away the strands.
You disappeared; I forgot.
And like a joke, the wheel of fate is spinning again...
"Can't we really go back to the past?" "I don't have the intention anymore, I'm sorry."
This feeling can be recalled later, but at that time it was just a loss.