----Don't linger when it's time to give up, otherwise it will only hurt you.
There is a kind of love called sadness, and we are the ones who compose this unforgettable but unblessed love. Our love is like Manzhushahua, when will our hearts move towards Manzhushahua...
Three years ago, we were ignorant and met in Anak. We bloomed with the spirit of youth, we talked and laughed, and we confessed our hearts. Three years later, we were no longer ourselves because of love. Conspiracies and frame-ups... Everything that once existed no longer exists, our love...
Please hold my hand, and I will take you to a country without worries; please hold my hand, and I will take you to fly out of the birdcage of love; please hold my hand, and I will show you everything about love...
Tell me, is friendship really a subsidiary of love? Tell me, what should I do? What should I do to bring us back to the original us?