I think from now on, the person you go through the wind and rain and across the city will not be me. However, every late night when I have insomnia, I can't help but ask myself, why can't it be me? I have seen many loves that have not been reunited for a long time, but I firmly understand that it will not be us.
Concept: It took us four years to go from full of love to eyes full of regret; it took us four years to graduate from high school to meet again after a long separation; everyone knows that we once loved each other to the point where we must be each other, but why did our ending in the end not be as satisfying as everyone else's. I finally understand that if you meet the right person at the wrong time, no matter how much you fall in love, there is nothing you can do about it.