Buddha said: The word love is like fire burning on ice. When the fire is strong, the ice melts, and when the ice melts, the fire is extinguished.
Looking back on the past, it is inevitable to wonder: if I had not been so persistent, would fate have stayed here, or would it have passed more slowly...
However, the past that I only dare to recall in my dreams cannot go back after all...
You who once turned around and left, let me spend my whole life forgetting you. In this case, who accepted whose calamity? Who becomes whose obsession?