It is the past of repeated mistakes that has created today's intoxicating poison. The love that was once unable to extricate itself has turned into a sharp blade inserted into the chest. The heartbeat that beats for someone has turned into deathly sadness. The deep love that is as hot as fire has become the desolation that disappears from the fingertips.
Only when you are drunk and desolate to the core do you know that the eternal love is not over.
Ahem~ In fact, I won't follow the outline as written. The plot changes according to my mood~
You probably didn't run away, right?