Do you believe that there is such a thing as love that lasts three lifetimes?
It has nothing to do with fame and fortune, nothing to do with loneliness, just because of love. Ancient trees in the past, sad notes. Sandalwood beads in one life are painful for heartbreak.
When all the dust settles, when the deepest love in fate finally dissipates into smoke, who is it that has perpetuated this obsession for thousands of years? Who is it that has deepened the persistence of passing time?
Memories change, whose waiting has faded, who has no regrets, and whose persistence has faded.