At that time, you forgot about love, locked everything away, and thought that two people were the whole world.
At that time, I didn't understand love, so I chose to escape, and I didn't hesitate to jump, thinking that I was transcended.
We were so in love in the past, but once separated, we have changed beyond recognition. Do we still retain each other's place in the depths of our memories?
I'm looking for you all over the country, just relying on the trace of unerased memory.
You are waiting, firmly believing that you can find my soul's refuge in this strange city. That is my favorite city, where we have our best memories.
But, before we meet again, will we have another story?
We are all in the story, we are all listening to the story, and we are all constantly making stories...
In the first half of our lives, we did not have good flowers. Can we bloom in the second half of our lives?