You say beauty is like the moon,
I just lament that everything has its flaws.
You said you would like to live and play till you grow old,
I just regret that things are unpredictable.
You said not to leave,
But all I have is tears...
Thinking of holding hands
Then we can grow old together
Thought I would never give up
Never leave
thought they were in love
Finally stay together
Destiny changes
Who is wrong?
Or maybe we shouldn't have met in the first place...