She’s a 17-year-old girl who doesn’t know how cute she is.

She’s got faith and dependence in her eyes, like the future’s supposed to be that good.

And my heart is swaying with it.

I’m a 17-year-old boy, and I’m not afraid to face how fast the world is changing.

I’ve done things I thought were stupid.

It was such an innocent time. It was such a pure love.

I don’t know how I’ve changed, I don’t know how she’s changed, but I’m slowly realizing what it means to forget.

Whether it’s a kind of growing up or a kind of sadness.

No matter how much I want to hold on to my memories, they still fade away with the passage of time MY LOVE

You and I are no longer 17 years old, it’s better not to see each other again.

I’ll always remember that love, even if we grow old one day.

I’ll always remember that love, even if one day we grow old.

Because I’ve already changed, because you’ve already changed, I probably won’t fall in love with you now.

Whether it’s because we’re not meant to be, or because we don’t feel anything, no matter how much I miss you, I know I can never go back to those years.

But I know I can’t go back to that age.

Because I’ve changed, because you’ve changed, and one day I talked about you again.

Whether it’s a past or a relationship, I’ll always treasure it in my heart.

Remembering me and you at that time, my love, our love.

That 17-year-old love.