Why Must It Be This Way? (Complete)

Some women are like poison. The slightest touch can destroy you in an instant, yet you still love them without hesitation, until everything lies in ruins. Only by struggling to savor their bitterness can you fight poison with poison and become immune to all toxins. In the end, it all comes down to love... Do you know that, to me, your so-called prelude is poison that eats through my insides? I am willing to write a lifetime of years for you, for your sake! Through twists and turns, where will love find its home? The flowers on the other shore bloom like snow, and a promise made by the River of Forgetfulness brings a sin that lasts a thousand years. Deep or shallow, fate is what it is. When love runs out, all that remains of this life is fading beauty. #favorite_1{color: #FF0000;font-weight:bold;border-style:double;} Theme: