I Still Can't Forget Him

He died in the year when I loved him most... My life experience is like a mystery, my complex multiple identities, and my confused memories make me miserable. In a twist of fate, we met in an operation many years later. Unfortunately, things have changed. He is no longer the same person as before, and I am not the same person as before... Even the happiness that is easily available will be destroyed by people's ruthless designs. Maybe the short separation is for a better encounter next time...