She Is Not the Bottle of Beer You Ordered, She Will Not Accompany You to the End of the World

The beginning of the story is always like this, just at the right time and caught off guard. The story always ends like this, two flowers bloom, separated by the sky. It's always like this in the middle. The deeper the love, the more conflicts there are, and the closer we get, the more desperate we become. There is only so much warmth in my life, all given to you, so that I can never smile at others in the future.