I know this is unforgivable, but I can't help myself. If love can be explained, vows can be modified. What if the encounter between you and me could be rearranged. Then life will be easier. If one day, I can finally forget you. However, this is no casual tale. It is not a drama that will be performed only tomorrow. I can't find the original manuscript, and then erase you with one stroke.
This is my destiny.
Our love is like the setting sun, smearing ourselves and the fleeting years of hindsight in our youthful years.