A game, a confession,
The water drops on the window lattice gradually slid down,
Nothing can compare to the coldness of my love for you.
It's just a game,
But it made me so involved in it.
Why is this obviously like a game?
It hurts me so deeply.
Even if it's really fate, I still won't regret it.
The smiling girl in front of the glass showcase is reflected in your eyes,
Do you still love her as before?
Or should I say,
The game is over...