Same road, same scene
One summer, one winter
It's just that there is no longer the person at the destination who I desperately want to meet and hug
The past is cleared
There is a beginning and an end, and it can also be regarded as an explanation to yourself
Not connecting is the last way I love you
May we all be well for the rest of our lives
You're well, I'm slowly forgetting
Maybe one day I'll let go of all my attachments
Live without you with a little regret
It's letting go, it's letting go, it's letting go, it's powerless...
The same road, the same scenery a summer, a winter just the destination is no longer the one I desperately want to see, hug a hug of the person the past cleared the beginning and the end, it is also right The same road, the same scenery a summer, a winter just the destination is no longer the one I desperately want to see, hug a hug of the person the past cleared the beginning and the end, it is also right The same road, the same scenery a summer, a winter just the destination is no longer the one I desperately want to see, hug a hug of the person the past cleared the beginning and the end, it is also right The same road, the same scenery a summer, a winter just the destination is no longer the one I desperately want to see, hug a hug of the person the past cleared the beginning and the end, it is also right The same road, the same scenery a summer, a winter just the destination is no longer the one I desperately want to see, hug a hug of the person the past cleared the beginning and the end, it is also right The same road, the same scenery a summer, a winter just the destination is no longer the one I desperately want to see, hug a hug of the person the past cleared the beginning and the end, it is also right The same road, the same scenery a summer, a winter just the destination is no longer the one I desperately want to see, hug a hug of the person the past cleared the beginning and the end, it is also right The same road, the same scenery a summer, a winter just the destination is no longer the one I desperately want to see, hug a hug of the person the past cleared the beginning and the end, it is also right The same road, the same scenery a summer, a winter just the destination is no longer the one I desperately want to see, hug a hug of the person the past cleared the beginning and the end, it is also right