Falling in love with someone is fate, evil, or eternal damnation. Like the most bloodthirsty flower in the depths of hell, it makes people crazy, maddening, and at a loss. When the hourglass of hell begins to reverse, when the door of heaven begins to close, when the road to the church is paved with blood. The road, when the tomb is full of the most vicious and vicious sounds, when I start to fall in love with you, the world is gentle, when I leave you, the world is cruel, a snow, a youth, after the glory, what is left of the time I loved, am I old? Is the boy I once loved gone far away? If the sky remembers, please tell him that I love him!