At Least I Still Loved

The autumn wind has gone and the cold winter has come. No matter who is right or wrong, I can no longer tell the difference. The fate of meeting each other comes and goes, just like the leaves, which cannot bear the melancholy of autumn. I have left my last attachment to life. I dig a grave for my heart and bury it deeply. Don't complain, don't hate. It's all fate. My heart hurts, it hurts, maybe it's not worth it, but it's an uncontrollable feeling. I hope it all ends soon. I wish my dear self all the best. There is no greater sorrow than the death of one's heart. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.