A person is destined to meet two people in his life, one is gentle for years, and the other is amazing for time. Who holds my hand and warms the frost for half my life. Who kisses my eyes and holds me for half my life. Who is sparing my hair and pampering me like a treasure?
Was it right or wrong to meet you? Is it fate or...?
Falling in love with you, is it right or wrong? Is it expected or...?
I don't know the origin of love, but it's a deep feeling. Why does love arise? It's just wishful thinking.