As cherry blossoms rained down from the sky, he said, can't I hold your hand like this and walk for the rest of my life?
In the heavy rain, he knelt down and shouted with all his strength, "I'm sorry!"
In the white snow, she said with a smile, I thought you were my savior, but it turns out that no one is anyone else's prince, and no one is anyone else's princess.
How many more reincarnations will there be in this life?