I don't know how I missed you. That day, you stood under the cherry blossom tree, your eyebrows curved, filled with the expectations of my life. I thought I would never fall in love with you, but in the end I was bewitched by you.
The lifespan of a demon is endless, but I feel that no matter how much I love you, it is never enough.
Why do we hurt each other? After hurting, we miss each other.