Maybe 20 years from today we will meet again, on a busy city street.
Both of them will stop for a while.
Both eyes will be stuck looking at you.
You too will stop.
The two of them will be thinking then, this is the same day, we walked together on this road holding hands.
Even today you and I are walking on the same road, but holding hands with someone else.
Many years have passed. Both of them have had children in the family.
Still, after seeing you, the touch of that strange mother's feeling will remain.
The story was supposed to be ours from you, but fate did not allow it to happen.
All right, just you and me in someone else's story.
There are so many heartbreaking stories of imperfection in this city.