I once had a beautiful season, yes, I had it.
I was afraid that I would lose this comfort.
It turns out that I was right to worry.
Love is not wrong, the fault lies in the endless right and wrong.
It was a calm season, and he and I were like passers-by.
No matter how the ripples of time are interpreted,
It's always been like this between us, and it's never changed.
I tried and tried hard until the day I decided to leave.