Our encounter was so ordinary.
Our love is so easy, but our love is so deep.
I don't want to be separated. But sometimes we have to separate. There are so many elements for us to think about. There are too many elements that bring an end to our original innocent love.
I don't want to be separated. The longing I once felt is still so deep and heartbreaking at this time. What kind of sound will the love that is abandoned make. I think it will be like my low-pitched crying in the middle of the night, or maybe it will be like my loud crying when no one is around.
It hurts so much. I want to hold your hand tightly, instead of letting go of your hand so easily and watching your heartbroken back as you leave.
My dear, seven years, our seven years. Our love is seven years old.
Who can tell me where our love will go?
Conception: