Once upon a time, you and I were ignorant of worldly affairs and had nothing to do with romance.
Thousands of years later, the clouds are white and the dogs are white. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
Who pays debts and who escapes; whoever forgets first will keep his obsession.
It's just that when love is entangled and difficult to break, the world is so big, but there is no place for you and me.
If you don't think about it, you will never forget it.
My hatred was finally redeemed by your deep love.