Parting in life and death, love and hatred.
How can we prove that our love is deep enough if we haven't been torn to pieces and ended in a happy ending?
If love and hate are not intertwined with worldly barriers, how can it be so brilliant and brilliant?
To love, to hate, to stay together, to fight, to be decisive, to have fun...
It is not in vain that love burns fiercely, even if only ashes remain in the final handful.
Never regretted it.
Never regretted it. It's just that the green mountains are still there, the green water is flowing, and the scenery is still there, it's just that the shadows are the same... That's all.
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Old text rewritten, first part overhauled