We fell in love on the simple university campus and forgot about the complexity of the world.
He said: If you hold my hand, you will be responsible for me for the rest of your life.
He said: I will never let you go until you let me go.
So she let go first.
I thought the love was deep and shallow, but they just went round and round, and they met again.
When we meet again, you begin to sink at the end of the love line, but I wander blindly at the starting point of love.
Although they know each other well and have a deep relationship, the bright moon is jealous of the mortal world.
In the end, deep love versus fate but no connection, or deep love versus deep fate...