He was like a poppy to her, full of pain and joy. Do you really want to forget it?
She was like poison to him, sinking deeper and deeper into him until he was terminally ill. Is there really no cure?
If the memory is lost, the appearance changes, and the identity is changed, will two people who once loved each other fall in love again? If we are destined to be destined to each other, why do we still have to struggle with each other for a lifetime despite being destined to have no destiny? Does money change love, or can love change people's values?
