I committed suicide by jumping into the river, and at the cost of losing ten years of memory, I returned to ten years ago.
We regretted not being together in the past.
Should I stay or leave now?
You said; "The wind leaves in a hurry, but it's not that it never came." "No matter how late the evening wind comes, it will still come."
I have been blowing the evening breeze for ten years and collected ten photos of you.
This evening breeze will witness our love.
Intention: Love once and don't miss it