Every time we meet, someone is always absent-minded;
Every time I leave, there is always someone I miss.
I have hated and complained, and thought I no longer love you, but I don't know that love has taken root deep in my heart...
The grass ring he knitted for her with his own hands is not only a testimony of her sweet love for him, but it is also a constant reminder of the pain of his betrayal of her. She couldn't bear to give it up, but it always brought back painful and happy memories inadvertently.
They met again, but she didn't know how to get along with him. When facing him, her heart always ached. So, she began to avoid him...