That summer, there were three young men, one was like wind, one was like water, and one was like fire.
Calm, elegant, passionate
I am not one of them, but I am destined to participate. It was they who told me how to write the word "blood" and how to find happiness.
If you like me, you are destined to be hurt, so will you still like me?
If I like him, I am destined to be hurt, so will I still like him?
ACCIDENT.......... Love is an accident......