We have been wandering back and forth between love and hate since childhood, struggling repeatedly between staying and going.
When I look back, I feel sad.
Our love lasts forever, but it is scarred all over.
Our hatred is still deep in our hearts, but we can only give up.
Our era is too ironic and too hypocritical.
That brocade-like word quietly, quietly drifted away in the wind without leaving a trace.
The promise I made back then, now that I think about it, I can't help but chuckle.