If all sorrows could be forgotten; if all scars could be healed; if all beliefs could be persisted; if all emotions could be perfected. We can still meet in a certain city. A simple smile, a slight happiness, a wanton hug, how nice it would be. But it's really just what if. For some people, certain things seem to be predestined, and they cannot hide or escape. Follow your own heart, but there is nothing you can do about it.