They say meeting each other is fate, but I'm afraid it's just a bad fate.
If she could go back to that time, there was actually nothing she could do, but she was unwilling to do so.
I thought I could have true love of my own, but I just shed tears.
If, no, there is no if.
What is love? Love is not about liking, it's about being moved.
Love is miss, deception, injury, betrayal, pain...
... Is also sweet.