In a gradually deserted city, love can never be everything. Whether we are willing or not, we must admit that there are too many things that are more important than it. Love as beautiful and ethereal as feathers seems not to last long. No matter how hard we try or how persistent we are, we can never let go.
I hope that in the end, we will not resent each other, because we all know that we still love each other, even though we don't love each other enough.
Perhaps, when everything is settled, I will ridiculously ask, if the person I respect the most had not left, would we have reached the end happily...