Farewell to the bridge on the double-track bridge. The last parting is the blowing wind and heartache. Why can't you even catch it? Only tears are flowing, and the steps have stopped. Looking at the flowing river, I was speechless. Only the river is flowing, and I am the only one who can't cross the river. It's just that the thought of crossing the bridge is so heavy. I stood and looked back at you again and again. I didn't even catch it. I feel like a fool. I shouted at each other on the top of the two-lane bridge, but it was too far. The sound fell into the river and could not be heard. I'd rather fall (in that case), so I don't need to cross the bridge again. It hurts, because we can't feel the love stopped at the top of the double-track bridge.