How Can We Still Be Happy After All the Changes in the World?

In February, a death memorialized an encounter. In March, I commemorated a sadness with words. ────Inscription The tragedy of Platonic love is still unfolding. The script has been decided, so what does it matter about the ending? I turned around, looked up, and met you. The script is full of words from the beginning: fate, sadness. Since it is a calamity, don't complain. However, in this festival full of love, how can you bear to die just to commemorate an encounter? I have long been accustomed to the hot and cold world, and I don't care about other people's opinions. But for you, I am willing to remain silent. All of this is not as complicated as imagined, right?