All the sorrow and helplessness in the past life are like the crimson youth falling into hope.
Time has broken him from the high spirits of his youth, but she has transformed from a girl to a woman, from cuddling to attachment in his tenderness and sadness. She can forget their insurmountable identity in this hypocritical world, but he cannot, so it hurts, even though she loves her very much.
In the memories of the past, and even further back, there were scabs that could not be peeled off, lovers that could not be touched, and sustenance and helplessness that only wished for the next life.