I walked alone on this road of memories, looking for the forgotten past. The place I always wanted to escape from, the feelings I always wanted to forget, I struggled, but in the end I couldn't escape the arrangement of fate and come back.
What is the so-called love? What is love?
She - she didn't understand, people really couldn't be too greedy. She once just hoped to be by his side, but she became more and more eager to be accompanied by him in a legitimate way. The result was so cruel that she woke up to the point where her heart was broken. It's not that I don't love anymore, it's that I can't believe in fate despite all my efforts.
He - he doesn't understand, is love just for one person without any scruples, or is it the second best choice? Does the whole world only see the existence of the other person, or does it need to take into account his or her feelings, or should he accept the arrangement of reality and fate if he misses it?
In this troubled world, what is love? Who lost whom? Let us work together to find those flavors lost in the past.