When blood reaches a certain location in the heart. It will start flowing down continuously, leaving no trace.
Our love is like blood. When it overflows, it will flow downward, go downhill, and surge downward, in an endless stream, just like before.
The boy I loved so much, this is just like the love between you and me, it is just a memory of when we were ignorant.
We, the young people, you, the young people, at that time, we were still ignorant children and we were all unruly children.
When the years trample our youth over and over again, what is left?
When we laughed and walked through street after street, city after city, all we had were our regretful memories of that summer.
I stood at the end of the gush, constantly trying to capture the beauty we had, but it was all in vain.
You stood at its source and waved to me. I smiled slightly and turned around. Behind me is our past.
I left you, but I will vaguely remember the wildness and beauty of our past.