Some people say that the definition of pure love refers to a simple feeling without any impurities, as clear and spotless as a crystal ball.
He once asked her, "Is your love for me pure love?"
She answered honestly: "No!"
He asked again: "Why?"
She was silent, but she couldn't say the reason. How should I tell him that the former lover engraved in the depths of his memory almost had the same face as his.
Time is like water, changing in the passing years, rolling in the world of mortals, meeting unexpectedly.
Meeting you, is it destiny or will it be calamity?
Memories are like a bridge, connecting loneliness, fate is like a net, entangled.
Falling in love with you, I feel sad and happy, but I will never regret it.