It is the gone winter that carries the beauty of our first encounter. We slowly wake up to the chirping of cicadas in midsummer. If there is a parallel world, maybe we can still meet. If I am given another time, I want to seize the whirlpool of life and hug the one we love. There is rain outside the window now. The rain at night is the result of your tears. I really want to come back to you, wipe away our tears, go to Nina to embrace the sun, wait for the moon in Salem Lake, and step on the weeds in Dam Forest. I really want to have warmth... As warm as my mother's tears, as hot as your heart.
Concept: Regarding regret, I looked it up in the dictionary, and there are various explanations in the dictionary. One of my favorite explanations is that we feel deeply regretful if we fail to fulfill our wishes that we were able to fulfill.