The word love, how many infatuations have been paid, how many tears have been shed, the love is as deep as the sea, will it dissipate like smoke or dust, or will it become a legend?
If it happened again, she would rather never meet. If you don't recognize it, you won't allow it, and you won't have any love.
If acquaintance was a mistake, it was also a beautiful mistake. He would not let go and follow her to the end.