This is a destined see-saw: he tears cracks in her rules, letting his reserved soul touch the wildfire of rebellion; she buries roots in his wildness, letting his wandering heartbeat hit the stable soil. Loveliness is always wrapped in an edge, scratching scars with pickiness when they are close, and leaving marks with concern when they are far away - they are like two magnets that repel and attract each other, and in the struggle of "wanting to have" and "fear of harm", they wear each other out with bloody marks.
This is a destined love and death: he allows her to see her own softness on the edge of collapse, and she allows him to see his true desire under the rebellious shell, but they torture each other in the pull, confirming the weight of each other in their hearts in the most hurtful way. In the end, the regret that the stitches could not be sewn came to an end - one was accompanied by the ancient lantern, twisting the past into ashes next to the ancient Buddha with a green lantern; the other was dressed in worldly clothes, living peacefully with others in the midst of firewood, rice, oil and salt. The windbreaker that had been modified to the extreme has faded long ago. Hidden in the stitches is the trajectory of two souls that have not overlapped after all, and the despair of their love to the end and their separate paths.
