Traveling straight on different roads, we will never meet, but fate just arranged this game for us...
If this is really love, then the most direct and true definition I give it is that it will not deteriorate...
In other words, I still love you, what about you?
I think at that moment I couldn't help but want to look back.
But how can I look back?
So, I want to make an agreement with you again,
Make an appointment on the next street
I'm still waiting for you...