Everything is Because of Love (Original)
If it's the first and the last time, I wouldn't hold your hand, wouldn't whisper 'goodbye' lest your tears splatter from the window, turning our image at the platform into a memory.
The first sincere sprout included the parallel growth of two intentions, because the tacit understanding of love was vertical to the depths of the heart, like two pine trees flourishing vertically against the blue sky.
If the first time becomes the last, one leaning tree must bend to accommodate the other, a group of dancing musical skies echoing the melancholy of the rainy season, bidding farewell to campus, leaving behind this land of the gods, carried away on the returning sails is an indelible youth.
If the first time is the last, I would never hold your hand lightly, wouldn't say 'goodbye', because all of you is a misfortune, but leaving the platform, I will enter that arid bamboo forest, to wait for the spring rain of the next year, to open a new season.
