When I first met you as a teenager, you were a gentle, elegant, scholarly boy with a handsome look, showing amazing charm in every move you made.
When we meet again, you become enchanting and beautiful, singing and dancing, and your every move captivates everyone.
The vastness is like a dream, and the past is like smoke. It's fate that plays a trick on us, or maybe you and I are not on the same path. Is it happy or sad? Is it infatuation or unfeeling? Is it sanity or madness? Are you deceiving others or yourself, or are you deceiving yourself?
Everyone is managing their own lives carefully and exchanging their sincerity at the same time. Should we enjoy this evening to the fullest, or should we look forward to the future? I don't know, and you don't have the answer.
When everything is settled, can the two of them look at the mortal world with a smile and walk to the end of the world holding hands?