Goodbye San Francisco

There is a kind of fate called destiny; There is a kind of love called breaking into pieces. He tried every means to make her bend for him, and she paid a heavy price for this fate; He spent all his wealth just to get her peace, and she spent her whole life for this gratitude. In many cases, fate does not need to be forced, and love does not need to be demanding. Did she fall in love with him first, or did he give up on her first? Intention: I am destined not to love you