One year, he said to him: We are destined not to be happy.
One day, the other person said to the other person: Believe me, although I have lost everything I own now, I will do my best to prevent you from being hurt again.
After a long, long time, Ya asked me:
What is love?
I hold the hand of the person next to me: love is that we are still by each other's side now.
Ya smiled knowingly, "I knew you would say that."