Hard to Escape in Your Lifetime

The title comes from the lyrics of "Fleeting Time": In our lifetime, we will meet on a narrow road, and we will not be spared. The entanglement between them is ultimately a story that cannot be spared. "Memories" was the name of the series at that time. This series is not finished. Because it is too old, the writing techniques before and after may be very different. Please forgive me for any inconsistency. ——In our lifetime, we will meet on a narrow road and we will not be spared. On the palm of the hand, the entangled curves are like this intertwined love, she, him, her, the inseparable new love. [Season 1: When the Forgotten Flower Blooms] The first season has been completed, with extras, radio dramas, and bonuses—well, it used to be entirely written in the first person, but now it's all written in the third person. However, the radio drama in the middle is still in the first person, so please be informed. Sad to die. He died so tragically and decisively. After mourning his death. Everything has changed, Shinichi is no longer the Shinichi he once was. What about Mao Lilan? [Season 2: Very sad but still like you. The second season is a trap, please let it go, and it's a huge failure in the setting. I don't want to write about it anymore. On that day when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom a few years ago, you chose to leave in silence. A few years later in a foreign country, we held each other's hands tightly and refused to let go. Happiness is the red line on the fingertips. You can't see it, but you can feel the warmth conveyed to each other. Staying together, you are no longer you, and I have forgotten the original appearance of love. But, even if I am sad, I still like you, but is that love? —————— By Lan I chose to bid a sad farewell to that street where cherry blossoms were blooming a few years ago. A few years later, in a foreign country, we met on a narrow road, and it was inevitable fate. Loneliness is the corner of my heart, it doesn't reach the extreme, but it becomes more and more painful until it's suffocating. When we meet again, you will still be you, and I will still live forever in the kingdom of darkness. Of course, even if I am sad, I still like you, but, just like you? ———————— By Intention: