The love she gave, her love - it felt like you had to save a bowl of rice that you couldn't eat. You added countless fragrant condiments to the bowl of rice to make it look and smell so delicious, hard to find, and unique.
But when you take a bite and taste it, your sense of taste is the only thing that cannot be faked. When you look at it, you try to tell yourself:
How delicious it is, how unparalleled it is, but your tears fell into the bowl. She didn't even wipe your tears, but appreciated your sadness. She said it's rare to see a beautiful woman cry...
Your sobs are all added to the drama of "Beauty in Tears". In front of her, all you have left is your miserable self-satisfaction.
Concept: Love is just a kind of existence, there are good and bad, and everyone's definition of good and bad is different.