Your wedding dress is beautiful.

Who is he this time?

A doctor? A prosecutor? A politician?

Cold wind blows against the cliff side.

But you don't love him.

You've run away again to the farthest corner of the world.

Because you say love matters.

Do you remember what I told you?

Loose rocks fall.

Everything would've been fine if you'd just cast that feeling aside.

Love is a sickness.

Like a high fever, you become delirious.

You can't think straight.

A red shoe tumbles down.

But you can end it.

Come to me.

Xinling. Jump.

Isn't that why you came here?

Jump.

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It's never Sunday but I don't mind much.

There's probably nothing special on Sunday.

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