Feelings come so naturally, can they really come naturally?
When you and I were still childhood sweethearts, were we expected to grow old together?
If childhood sweethearts are just fate, can we learn to help each other?
It goes on and on, carrying too many people's hopes and expectations. Being too close and familiar makes me doubtful and uneasy. I can't see whether love really exists in this closeness...
In the ups and downs, even if it is "The Jade is Broken and the Tiles Are Complete", you can still love firmly and persistently, so after the rain has passed and the sky has cleared, how should love "continue to last"
Intention: