I fell in love 32 times, and each time it ended on a snowy night. Should I say it was fate, or that I was truly loved by God unexpectedly? Whenever I was heartbroken, I ignored the eyes behind me that were always watching me. I said, meeting you is the most unlucky thing in my life. But I'm thinking in my heart, if I met you earlier, maybe my heart wouldn't be like this, so scarred.