When the maple leaves are red, there are always more farewells.
I use myself to tell the story, but the story with you cannot be unfinished.
Listen, it's a pity that I don't have the chance to say thank you and I'm sorry.
(This is our story, and it is also the story of these three years. There will be no supporting roles. 1902 Is not allowed to fall behind.)
Intention: Memories are also regrets