Where does love come from? My heart beats again and again.
In your youth memories, is there a sunny and warm boy who amazed the lingering time? In the thick diary, the fiery heartbeat is still vivid in your mind. In countless days and nights, I dream back to your sweet past.
You thought he didn't care, but you didn't know he was quietly looking back and waiting for you.
Become better on the way to follow him, just to live up to your encounter and your first love.
He runs through your youth, as beautiful as the cherry blossoms flying in April. In the sky full of falling cherry blossoms, he finally walks towards you.
The years are not over yet, life is long, I am willing to grow old with my first love.
Intention: Always believe in beauty and stick to kindness