You ask me: If you could go back to that day, would you look back?
I didn't answer and looked out the window at the starless sky
I want to tell you, I want to go back to that day even further back, grab the ball from the boy who apologized, and hit you hard
I also want to go back to an earlier time, no longer look up at you, just be an ordinary passerby, pass you by, and be strangers from now on.
The answer is exactly what it is.
Concept: The importance of choice