Even if the sun rises and sets, day and night change. Even if our love is not recognized by the world. However, I always believe that "love is guiltless", so I have never regretted meeting you. But, I hope that next time we meet, I can walk on the road with you openly. This is a story about love, it is love but not love. It belongs to love, but it does not belong to the love in the world. We first met under the sunshine scattered in the gaps between the leaves of the sycamore tree in summer, and we met again in the cold consulting room. The love of youth never fades away, just like the sunshine in the evening never leaves. So goodbye is my luck.
Intention: I don't know what love is, but I think love is guiltless.