When I parted with you, I cried with you, my heart was full of connection. It was autumn and the leaves fell, and there was a new world on earth.

I often recall the past, but I still remember the joyful songs of that year. How can I bear the difficulty? Why is it unintentional? The aftermath of the shadow is independent.

Heart-talking wishes:

I've been separated from you for many years,

But my heart is always concerned.

It's hard to get back to yesterday now.
Chapter completed!