In the past, we were like two white doves, unaware of separation in the world, and our love was pure and open.
Until I finally understood why it rained.
Yin and Yang are separated, and old dreams are hard to find.
I stood in front of the monument and recalled the past. The roads I could not finish and the confessions I could not say dissipated with the evening wind.
The white dove is still there, the dusk is always there, but you are missing.
Intention: Ordinary people are unable to resist the torrent of fate, we are always bystanders.
The protagonist, as an ordinary little person, witnesses his beloved being crushed by the world. He slowly understood: Most of the regrets in the world have no culprit. Suffering is not anyone's fault, but all living beings are trapped in impermanence. Love really exists, but it cannot withstand the inherent parting of fate; all retention, expectation and longing cannot break the established tragedy.
Core core: Seeing clearly that there is no solution to the tragedy, but still willing to hold on to the tender nostalgia in my heart.