I'm Waiting for You at the End

The beginning of the story: It happened at the right time and was caught off guard. The end of the story: Two flowers bloomed, separated by the sky. Youth always has regrets: It happened to be that year you were bright, and it happened to be that year I felt inferior. If I could do it all over again, I think I would do better than when we first met. I'm waiting for you at the end, in the endless river of time, traveling back through time, back to the day we first met. I hope to meet you again, get to know each other, and learn from each other.