I hide the flowers on the other side and bury my love deep in my heart. The flowers will rise and fall in the wind, and we will never meet again.
We went through the youthful high school years together, and we were fortunate to have heard each other's worries in our 20s. We were born at the wrong time. In the end, I could only stand in the audience and watch the girl I loved most marry as a wife.
Intention: Regret is the normal state of the world