Literary version
If that thing hadn't happened on that day, in that year, would you and I have stayed together forever, never parting...
Sadly, there are no what-ifs in this world. Despair, pain, and hatred are destined to surround us...
As pain and despair unfold, who still remembers the promise we made beneath the cherry tree that year?
After everything is over, who will remember the graceful figure beneath the cherry tree? At the very end, did anyone shed a tear for him or her?
Crack version
A young woman (or young man?!) journeys onward, striving toward the dream of finding a man to XXXOO the Master God.
By the way, could someone make a cover for me?
No, make a cover? As a novice, I can only add book titles to pictures. . . . . .
Let me choke, author, can you be more convulsive? . . . . .