I thought that only people who love each other can live together; I thought that life without love cannot go on.
But when all of this has happened, we face it so calmly.
You once pointed a gun at me and said: Do you love me? What an outdated line. Love, but what can love do?
Later I pointed a gun at you and said: Do you love me? You looked at me with a sneer. Love, but can love resist the ebb and flow of fate?