Love is like a poppy that blooms in the breeze. When sadness polished her mind, and she was used to living in her own lonely siege, she was actually afraid of loving and being loved. Afraid of dependence, afraid of greed, afraid of being unable to live without. Too many times her relatives have left, making her afraid of staying together. If it doesn't start, it will never end. If it doesn't fall in love, there will never be any harm.
You are a cruel woman after all, and I can't escape your clutches after all. How much youth do I have waiting for your return.
Intention: People who love each other will stay together eventually