I came back again because I couldn't let go of my concern for you...
The heart is empty, the sorrow has turned into mourning...
Would it be easier if you had never loved before?
If you had a choice, would you still want to meet me?
Is there something wrong with fate, or are we still unable to escape the fetters of emotions?
Maybe after a long time, I will find that I can live well without you...
Will it?