Love is really a free and painful thing.
Run to the streets and shout excitedly at any time, and no one will empathize with you. No one will care if you squat down and cry at any time, and it doesn't matter if you cry to death.
Seeing flowers in the mist, dim and dark, circuitous, going round and round, over and over again.
Time pushes us to come to a person, hold hands, and walk together. I thought I could finally grow old with my son. But he accidentally met another person.
Hey, fate really knows how to play tricks.
My ex is your current one.
And your ex is my current one.
After all this tossing, the dust has finally settled.
But it's not, it's not…