The crisp sound of the peace charm breaking is the prelude to fate tearing away its disguise. They once thought that each other was the glue in each other's broken lives, but little did they know that from the moment they met, they embarked on a dead end road full of thorns. His tenderness is a fatal poison, and my attachment is a self-bound cocoon. When the truth comes flooding in, all the sweet words turn into sharp blades that hurt people, and every touch is dripping with blood. We worked hard to piece together the phantom called "the future", but under the heavy blow of reality, we watched the beauty of the past shatter into sharp fragments on the ground, piercing the flesh and blood, and hurting into the bone marrow. It turns out that some love is a well-planned tragedy from the beginning, and we are just puppets manipulated by fate, unable to escape or let go.
Purpose: pursuit of justice