In the beginning, when we were young, the years were like walking on an asphalt road on a summer afternoon, with a scorching heat and noise;
When we saw each other again, we thought we could love without risking our own lives. We never thought that you were not brave enough and I was not strong enough;
Nowadays, when my youth is gone and I look at the lights of thousands of houses in the dead of night, I can't help but ask myself: If you had never let go and I had never turned around, would the ending have been different?
Intention: I don't know what love is, maybe you do?