Keita
Do you still remember that summer
Accompanying each other’s dreams
Our 17 years old..
..will never return.
To obtain, something will definitely be lost
But I did not expect it to be you
I thought our story will continue
But just to “meet” already drains all my luck
The time missed out
The gift that was never given
I really hate the saying “being too late”
A late gift can be sent once more
But “Merry Christmas” can never be said again
No matter how well written a story is
It can never convey the reality that belonged to us
The days that were once radiant but held the love
Will never return
Regretful, isn’t it?
