A Moment of Spring Night

I am an idealistic loser. I pursued ideal love three times, but was denied three times. The last time, I was infinitely close to the most ideal love, and spent four years weaving a pure love fantasy. From the glimpse in the snow at the opening ceremony of the second year of high school, to "The Moon and Sixpence" in the coffee shop. From birthday candles to the company of moonlight. From the confession and promise in the song, to the love and companionship after crossing the city. Everything was so beautiful originally. Until that silver ring revealed everything to the bloody truth. ............ You left without saying a word. Where have you been? I have no idea. It must be a place full of jasmine flowers. ............ You show up again. We can finally be together forever. Does ideal love not exist? I don't know, and I don't want to know anymore.