This is a somewhat long story, and perhaps not a particularly beautiful one. I hesitated over whether I should write it down. As life flows by like a river, the days carried downstream don't always go as we wish, and not everything is beautiful. But that's what real life is like. Our meeting wasn't a coincidence. I believe the hand of fate was pushing me toward you, and pushing you toward me. Though we've both run away time and time again, we'll still meet around some corner.
Theme: Perhaps there really is no eternal love in this world, but I still believe that eternal devotion exists.
