There is a house in my heart. Some people pass by and some stay, but no one lives in it.
Arriving in a hazy state and leaving silently. Maybe, first love is like this. You fall in love before you realize it. When you fall in love, he no longer waits for you.
After first love, I met a vigorous love. Even if you don't want to let go, you will still be alone in the end. Maybe you can only remember it if you remember it deeply.