Love is like a dream. When there is no dream, you look forward to the dream, and when the dream comes, you fall in love with the dream.
What about after the dream?
After the dream, if it was a lie, was it anger or relief?
It is easy to be angry, but if you see that there is a bigger oath hidden behind this lie, how can you see through it with just a pair of red eyes?
Life and death, conspiracy and betrayal, all these are just a thought after the dream of love.