At that time, people were always discussing which was more important, love or bread.
This is a difficult choice, but I will choose love without hesitation. It's not that bread is unimportant, but that my life is meaningless without love.
I don't know why I fell in love, and then I can't find an excuse to forget about it. Whether I die with love or live in pain, at least we loved each other vigorously.
I used to think love was a beautiful thing, but it turns out that imperfect love is unforgettable.