If you didn't lose it, you wouldn't come back. If you plant a willow unintentionally, it will become a branch. The slight arc when they met was like the memory of a banished immortal who cannot forget his past life. Where will the love of two men go in this vulgar world.
When the flowers bloom and fail, they must eventually break. Who can tell the heart when the wind passes without leaving a trace? ——No regrets in this life