It's a pity that when others mention you, I think of our unfulfilled promises. It's a pity that we spent long nights talking, but now we don't say good night to each other. It's a pity that we have nothing to say. It's a pity that I had the stars, but later I lost them. And then later, I didn't even have the courage to look up at the stars.
Concept: In this era of rampant love, it seems that it is really not easy to be loved.