There is a road that is doomed to be joyless and lonely, but it is also doomed to go on.
There is a kind of love that is incomplete and impure, and the occasional tenderness cannot cover up the strong murderous intention.
There is a kind of person who loves deeply but never leaves. Even if he dies, he will never miss him deeply.
There is a kind of watch that is destined to fail, but you cannot turn around and leave, you can only be willing to perish.
Life is short, people's hearts are changeable, and sincerity is hard to find, but you can never regret it.
That man with disheveled black hair, who was he thinking about? Is it the figure that lingers in the dream, or is she the one who gave up her life for him?
This is good, no longer getting closer, keeping the distance that hurts slightly after losing.