Why the brothel woman? Maybe it's just a man's plaything, and how can a plaything come with true love?
But the world insists on attacking true love. Even if it is destroyed and bruised, it still believes in the existence of true love.
In a heartless place, although there is love, there is no truth; some sentimental people have hearts, but no souls.
The sky is vast and there is no way, who knows where to go. The land is so vast that there is no trace, and I ask again where to go.
To them, everything seems to be no longer important, it doesn't matter what they have or what they don't. Because the love has disappeared and the love has been wiped out.
