What belongs to me belongs to me, whoever dares to rob it will be beaten!
What? Get out!
Two solutions: First, build the wall higher.
Second, cut off the branches.
The wall is high and there are many people coming to poach, I will stop them!
The branches are cut off, and countless people come to bandage them. I stop them!
In the baptism of time, we work together step by step, loving and killing each other.
In the changing years, we turned our backs on each other and eventually stayed away.
I believe that no matter how far your branches stretch, they will eventually come back to me, because your roots have been deeply embedded in my heart and will never move.
This is a story about obsession, about exes, and about love. A little heartbroken, a little helpless, this is true love.
Conception: