There should be no fate and no regrets; but it is because of this fate and because of myself that I meet someone and leave innocently. Obviously there is no fate, but because of this fate, I am sad.
Everyone is innocent, but the world will not be soft-hearted because of your failure.
There are layers of frustration in winter, layers of heartbreak in summer, layers of hope in spring, and layers of longing in autumn, all without exception.
