This may be the last time we meet.
It's too late to repeat what happened along the way.
The hug has already cooled down quietly.
The sound of the tide drowned the evening when we left.
Only the body temperature is left.
Embracing the dying tenderness under the starry sky
Love can only be complete in memory
I want to hold you in my arms.
] If this is the last page
before you leave,
can I tell the story again
I want to hold you in my body
I dare not let you see
the tears on my lips
If this is the last page
Before you leave,
Can I rewrite the story?