Destiny traps us in the cage of interests, and every approach carries the weight of purpose. Is what is intertwined between us passionate love or cold calculation? This complex layer of identity shackles has long since crushed pure emotions into powder. If all attachments were stripped away, maybe we could brew honey-like happiness in ordinary years, but now, love has become an illusory image across thousands of mountains and rivers, and the ravine of interests stretches before our eyes, so that we will never be able to touch the tenderness on the other side.
Intention: fandom