Later

She loves him. It was never a secret. Maybe young and frivolous So I followed him recklessly shameless But later Don't dare to ask him again do you love me Maybe later on whether you love or not love is not so important anymore Countless time was missed between them Where he can't see her, she is precarious Where she can't see him, he's waiting hopelessly Six years later, everything started to fall into place again. And she has already worn a white gauze shawl for others How to start again? Start over?