I always think of the beginning, and always think of that first love.
But in the end, he was her abyss.
Falling into the abyss of life, another him comes.
This time, he is her shore.
Life is not only about love, when love becomes a sharp knife that stabs you.
What is more precious than love can also be firm companionship.
Him and him, the same situation, two different choices.
Intention: Love is not about who saves the other, but about two people supporting each other