When the enemy advances, we retreat, and when the enemy retreats, we advance. Love is a war. Treat your lover as you treat your enemy.
Is the spring breeze turning into rain, turning enemies into friends?
Or rely on the sky to slay the dragon, leaving no scraps of armor behind?
Who holds the truth?
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