Love or hate, all the entanglements in this world come down to being unable to see past things with your eyes and let go of them in your heart.
In the end, when everything comes to nothing, you realize that when people say fate is merciless, it is because you stole someone else's heart by mistake, and clung to your own obsession in error. Even knowing it's wrong, you still refuse to give it up to the death.
A cold question: why bother? A foolish answer, with a bitter smile.
There's no one to resent and no one to blame. It's not fate that made it so, only the way our lot fell.
