One lives in darkness, a speck of dust too afraid even to face the sun.
The other is a sunlit idol, admired and revered by all.
When the threads of fate bring them together, their masks fall away.
He says: “I don’t believe in fate. Whatever the world may say, I know only this: whether you hate me or love me, you must, and can only, stay by my side.”
He says: “If it’s a cage you’ve built, I’ll gladly walk into it without looking back.”
I believed every word you said. I treasured every kiss as if it were my life. But none of it could withstand your casual words: “I was only playing around.”
All those years we shared: was I simply pitifully naive, or was I asking to be humiliated?
You took away the only family I had left and hurt the person I loved most, leaving me with nowhere to turn. How can you expect me to choose you now?
You are the person I love most and hate most, the one who wove my warmest and coldest memories. How am I supposed to choose?
