Life is like running water.

Love is a circulating train.

People get on and off at every stop.

Not every intersection can be chosen.

Your love passed by.

People who love you have no seats.

Some people are crying and others are laughing outside the window.

Not for you, but for me.

Here's the thing. Here's the thing.

I didn't understand until the end.

We are just ordinary passengers.

Steel is tempered by tears.

Tears are the hidden rules of love.

The rules require us to suffer a lot.

I'm injured and I want to start over.

Infatuated, persistent, defeated.

Think of love as a game

When we become stone-hearted

Steel is equal. Love only needs one game.