It Has Nothing to Do with the Romance but Only the Dream

There is love and obsession in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. Years pass by, and life goes by. On the way forward, I don't think about who meets whom, who comes together with whom, and who separates from whom. Love is what it is, but it has nothing to do with romance. Even if I still have a dream, it is still a dream and I only vaguely remember it until the end...