You came into my life little by little, and I got used to your presence.
But in the end, everything is just the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror.
Our story ends where it began, how many times can our destiny be missed?
So, I finally understood - I can no longer hold your hand in this life.
So, my dear, I want to stop missing you and stop being accustomed to you since childhood.
Promise me "Tomorrow, we will all be happy."