They say that being loved is like water,
that it will fill up all the time.
But tears are not flowing in the river,
sadness has already become a boat in the wind.
Let them go after glory,
I am looking for a happy memory.
And we are already different,
Even though they're not sure in the wild,
Even if I sigh for a lifetime,
I can't return to the past.
Let them chase after glory,
I'm looking for joy and regret.
And we are different,
it doesn't matter if we live or die.
