. That day was the first time we met.
Everything seems to be predestined,
Knowing that this is the beginning of tragedy,
But still can't help but hope. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
How wonderful it would be if life could only be like the first time we met.
Everything hasn't started yet, so how can it end? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .