He doesn't love her, and she doesn't blame him.
It's hard to keep the drifting away heart,
People who want to leave don't have to force it.
Yesterday I drank a lot of wine, picked up the flowers and laughed,
Today, the sword points between the eyebrows and the blades are facing each other.
No regrets, no way out.
Just if there can be if,
Could there be a different result.