When he will not look back to see her sad and look forward to her helpless, it is right or wrong, it is fate that makes them entangled together until death. . . . . In the past life, we met on the other shore. In this life, you are on the other shore, and I am on this shore. Flowers on the other shore, tears on this shore. Flowers bloom and wither, and flowers bloom. It is my whole life, and I bear thousands of tears for you. Now, my left side is the road that cannot be returned, and my right side is the happiness that cannot be had, and it is always impossible to see through. The light on the other side. I love you just because, apart from you, I don't know who else to love. It turns out that the word love is colder than death. It is the same for you, me, and everyone. In the end, I realized that love is on the other side, and the soul is broken and the flowers are blooming. The fate is gathered and the fate is separated, but it is just disillusionment.