The bright red blood dyed the white flowers in the garden red. The abandonment in the past life and the attachment in this life. Why could she never escape the fate of being abandoned? That night, she abandoned everything and made a deal with the endless night. From then on, she was lost in black and white, love and hate. Who can save her from the bottomless abyss?
He changes like him, making her miserable with his hurt, making her unable to forget with his tenderness, becoming a Buddha with a thought, and a devil with a thought. Do people only know how to cherish after losing?
Is he as affectionate as he is, holding her heart with his promise, and getting her smile when she looks back with waiting? Can the missed time be made up for with sincerity?
Is it him or is he different or is it him? Can she still believe in so-called love? She was scared, tired, tired. . . . .