This seemed like a mutual redemption, but in the end they failed to overcome the viciousness of reality. Under the double siege of crazy greed and unscrupulous plunder, their love was like the newly fallen snow, as thin as cicada wings!
Like a moth flying into a flame and burning into dust, like a flower blooming on the other side and drifting away in the wind. Looking back at the messy and devastated battlefield, I suddenly realized that no one survived!
Intention: love and hate are all calamities, obsession will eventually become empty