When yesterday's dream can't be redeemed, when you can't hold a seedling of memory, when your persistent footsteps hurt my parting sight, do you know that I am waiting for you?
When you forget, when you don't look back, when you say a sincere blessing, when I light all the lanterns and look for another you all over the world, you have turned into a dream and gently called me.
Mine is mine after all. I will be a passer-by after all. You never loved me. Nothing is destined to happen between you and me. This is predestined.
Fate is fate, no matter how I cross it, no matter how I want to get close to you, you will still leave me. I miss you so much, so much, so much to see you.