Whose new love are you, and whose old love are you?
They thought that since they grew up together, it was destiny and there was no reason to stop them from being together.
But it turns out that no matter how deep the relationship is, it can't withstand time and will be worn out.
It's not that I don't love you anymore, but I have no choice but to leave.
Several years later, we met again. Friend? Brother? Lover? Spouse. . . Or the most familiar stranger?
I don't know if this is a joke or an opportunity.
New love, old love, maybe it's always been you.