What if we could turn back time, if we could choose again, if it was still that day, if it was still the same you, if you hadn't left, if love was still there? But in this world, if it is equal to regret medicine, it can only be said. It can only be said to be a fantasy. Without the regret medicine, there is also no if. I don't know what happened to me. I'm talking nonsense, I'm probably really tired... April in the world is full of brilliant peach blossoms. Now, the flowers have fallen, but the fragrance has not faded... The deep night sky has covered the bustle of the day.
