This is a long and perhaps not very beautiful story. I am considering whether I should write it down. When life flows like a river, not everything goes as expected and not everything is beautiful, but this is the real life. It is not an accident that I met you. I believe that there is a hand of fate pushing me to run towards you and pushing you to run towards me. Although we have both escaped time and time again, we will still meet at a certain corner.
Intention: Maybe there is really no eternal love in this world, but I still firmly believe that there is eternal love in this world