Love is separated from resentment, and it is hard to express tears. "Although you and I are happy with each other, we are destined to be like this. It would be better not to meet you and me. Today, we are no longer in love and righteous." A man dressed in red walked away, and the sky was covered with snow. The two people who were supposed to be in love were drifting apart due to fate. If we are destined to kill each other, why let us meet?