On the journey of finding love, you and I always fail to reach the temple of love. A passer-by along the way, a companion along the way. I held someone else's hand, but I was still shivering from the cold. Maybe you are the only one who understands my loneliness. Suddenly I realized that I was just a puppet manipulated by reality. I'm just a coward who doesn't believe in love, and I have no right to laugh at your cowardice. Across the river, I stared at the temple, and you standing at the door, expressionless. How lonely would it be if your pretense of happiness were torn off...