One is a lifelong love affair, the other is a first meeting that ruined the relationship, and there are all kinds of complicated events. We were born alone, but we met across the vast sea of people, and we were fatally attracted to each other. You are the nightmare of the night, my heartache; you are the song of the sirens, my poison; you are the wound of youth, my stars.
Is it the direction of the heart or an arrangement called fate? Is your love with a price secretly marked on it, or is it simple and free of regrets?
I pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live on them, and the lonely sandbank is cold. What do I love?
Intention: Is it the direction of the heart or an arrangement called fate? Is your love with a price secretly marked on it, or is it simple and free of regrets?