In high school, you were my only ideal, and I had already identified with you.
In high school, during those sunny days, you had already been planned for my future.
It's a pity that you have identified someone else or you have no such intention at all.
It's a pity, you should have your heart set on it.
What a shame, we missed eight years.
What a pity, we all realized it too late.
We were all too cowardly. After that summer, you became a secret that we didn't want to tell.
Intention: Love freely!
