The withered yellow sycamore leaves carry the unfinished heartbeat of my youth, and the autumn wind blows by, bringing with it a sour and short-lived secret love...
If I were bolder, wouldn't there be any regrets between us...
I haven't told you yet, why did you leave? It's such a pity. I won't be the only one to fight in the future...
I knew you were a treasure and would eventually be discovered, but I didn't ask for you, I just wanted you to be safe.
Intention: You are the biggest regret of my youth
