I feel very comfortable. I'm stuck in a simple way. I'm angry. I'm still watching.

See you at the beginning/beginning/beginning/end of the day.

If you are a warm and silent love, you will appear from time to time, then I will definitely miss those years when you loved me.

I have been dragged away by time, and I have worn off my hostility, and then I still can't see you when I turn around.

What I first/met/lost/left behind is all I can remember.