The intertwined disputes between rights and desires, how much blood and tears of corpses have been carried by the pinnacle of all hearts. But how dare you try to get a glimmer of light like love to comfort your heart that is riddled with holes when you are overtaken by desire and eroded by darkness to the point of no return?
Country, love, which one is more important?
In fact, the choice has been made from the beginning.
But why is it that when the world is at your fingertips, you still can't make up your mind to let go of those unnecessary bonds?
If, just if, life is just like when we first met, and I am not me and you are not you, then will we have a different ending?