It seems that meeting each other is a kind of fate, right?
Being able to meet you is the happiest thing in my life.
I guess it's my luck to be able to be together...
If I can continue, I hope I can live like this forever...
But who knows, love cannot be worth time.
Then I who love you will have to leave one day.
What was left was me, feeling sad and speechless.
Is love ultimately unable to withstand time or distance?