I once thought, if I had never loved you, would everything be different?
If we didn't bear the blood feud, would we love happier?
If I had never gone to the willow shade, would we not have met?
If we had never met, maybe there would be more regrets in life.
If only, if everything could be as I imagined, how great would it be.
It's just that there are no ifs in the world.
What remains in our memory is only the memory of blood.