My College Fantasy Story from Concentric Locks

Without that misunderstanding by the lake, without that imposter incident, without that being trapped on the top of the mountain, we would never have met and known each other; without that concentric lock, we might not have broken up. This is our story. We began our acquaintance at the Stinky Lake, whose water has not been changed in about 30 years, and ended at the Bone Museum, which is filled with a unique fragrance. Everything was accidental, and to me, it was like a dream. Sometimes, fate is like this. Now, I came to this seaside city alone, and I did see this lock, so what can I do? They were locked together, listening to the sound of the sea. The brass locks were covered with green rust but they were still locked so tightly. Perhaps they were witnessing their sworn love. At this moment, I suddenly felt like a passerby.