I rarely describe that September over and over again, and it's hard to fall in love with autumn again. That autumn will always be engraved in my heart.
I met him for the last time, and we have never met again. He has never been mine. I can only say goodbye silently.
It's never come out again. It's all in the past when I open my eyes or close my eyes. I can't do anything about it this time.
You can always be good, even if it's not me in the end, I won't regret it
Intention: Just keep it in mind this time, I can't help it