Staring at the back of you as you go, unable to speak and wish you happiness, because even if you are separated, the feeling of love has not disappeared in the slightest.
Desperately in my heart, don't leave me, but can't wait for your glance back. It was not until this moment that I finally understood that the memories could not save a person who had decided to go.
Turn around and look at the room that became cold, open the album you abandoned, review the past bit by bit, cry in the sun like a lost child.
Drifting along the sea, the palms are empty, the familiar temperature has been blown away by the wind.
Looking at your new home with another person under the cold street lights. There is warmth, joy, and future ... There is no past that belongs to me.
The two people who had been snuggled together were split into two separate individuals. There will no longer be warm embraces, lingering kisses, and gentle whispers. Everything that once belonged to me will be given to another without reservation.
You are the first love in my life, but unfortunately I am not your last love.
It turned out that you took everything away except my love.
It turned out that you left everything except my heart.