We meet each other on a narrow road in our lifetime/Repeat our beliefs/The palms of our hands suddenly grow tangled curves/Sometimes the heartache will not last more than a day/If we can't keep it, we can't count it as a fleeting year
This is a story about love, freedom and persistence. No one can predict when and where we will meet whom, we can only choose to walk the path of our own choosing.
The story is very light. The tenderness of the romance has faded away, leaving only the long-lasting memories and the warmth of the past.