We seem to have met in another parallel world. In this world, we are walking on a road full of thorns. We are tired and exhausted, but we are unwilling to let go of each other. We are endlessly pulled between love and hate...
It wasn't until one day that I finally understood: Whether it's love or hate, it has its own meaning.
All of this seems to have been carefully arranged, and we in another parallel world also feel the "happiness" of this world.
