The back of the departing boy is embedded in the tearful eyes. The love that no one has blessed will not perish because of this. Some people choose to be cowardly. Some people decide to be strong. Can the blue and melancholy river wash away the past? Can anyone stick to the eternal agreement? Weak excuses and casual perfunctory kill a beautiful flower. The beauty withers in the waiting and turns into injury, hatred, and bloody desire. I want to find him. No matter whether he changes his appearance, I will remember his eyes. They were once so clear. I will remember his vows. It used to be so loud, I will remember his betrayal, the rush that made me leave. He has left. With my gentle and cold palm, he will be very happy. Because without my obstruction, I return to the place where I belong because of love. I gave up on myself, wandering alone in the darkness again. The poor queen and her flowers finally chose to drink the blood-like soup alone. My dear, no matter where you go, please accidentally think of your once beautiful bride.