Many times it is not because we don't love, but because there are too many reasons why love cannot persist.
I just want to cross each other, but I don't know, fate plays tricks.
How much love can come back, how many people can be reacquainted?
When love is clouded by conspiracy and deception, who can persevere?
The protagonist of the story is neither right nor wrong, but because he fell in love, he risked his life.
So, when everything is gone and the dust blown up by the wind, will it help you remember my face and how I was so stupid to follow and love you?