Your Love Is Like a Dream, Like a Flame

They say an assassin kills a man every ten paces and travels a thousand miles without leaving a trace. Once the deed is done, he shakes out his sleeves and disappears, his name concealed. But in the end, I couldn’t escape something called love. Once I fell into it, I couldn’t pull myself free. Even when I risked my life for it, I still couldn’t understand how to let go of this so-called love...