I always pass by the people I love in frustration...
In fact, no one is wrong. What is wrong is fate.
If I hadn't met you by chance, if I hadn't been moved by you, if you weren't so good, maybe I would have turned around and pretended not to see you.
I have prayed sincerely, wishing I had never known you, but I cannot imagine how bleak those years would have been without you.
We all cherish each other too much, but we can never let go of the guilt. So keep hurting and then escaping. Obviously I like it, but I obviously can't let it go, but my eyes are red and my mood is sour, and I insist on seeing you again.
Those past, those sacrifices, those happiness or sadness, just like that, pretend to forget...