I never had childhood sweethearts with you like him,
I never held my arms around you when you lost a loved one,
I didn't know whether you were naughty or obedient when you were little.
It has nothing to do with me sharing the joy or role you share.
But I never regret missing it. Nothing can compare with what I have in front of me at this moment.
Concept: If you never set out, the island would not exist