If Life Were Just Like the First Time We Met

Who can understand a person's sadness? Wandering in the clouds of fantasy, watching the bustling world, sad faces and smiling faces. If life is just like the first meeting, what's the point of the first meeting? I would rather never have a trace of you in my life, and I would rather spend those years alone like an ancient well. But I just prefer that time cannot be turned back, and I cannot travel through it. So in the illusion weaved by myself and you, I lived in a state of drunkenness and dreaming. In those happy times, you and I held hands and looked at each other, spending the good time and beautiful scenery together, playing the piano and playing the piano in harmony. We were as happy as a couple of gods and gods. It's like a myth, so unreal. As time goes by, love turns into hate, and hate never stops. The first meeting is the beginning of tragedy.