Years passed by, and when we stood together, I realized that our destiny was constantly turning from the moment we met.
Searching and searching, over and over again, suddenly looking back, that person was shining in the light, very close at hand, but I couldn't face him honestly.
I remember when we met for the first time... I took a cold sword... And pierced your shoulder... Both as a sign of reluctance and as a warning.
At that time, I didn't know he was you... And I didn't know that my indifference hurt your eyes...
At that time... I was as cynical as I was, but an innocent girl who had never tasted love...
I thought... Holding hands... We could grow old together...
I don't know…first love…is the most hurtful…
Tears... Tears... Can I suppress it...
Maybe I am no longer qualified to cry from the moment I ask you to pay the price.