An existence that is not valued by others, a life that is not expected by others.
I no longer cared about anything, I no longer had any hope for the future,
But why does this person look at him with such gentle and caring eyes? Why does this person care for himself with such tenderness and love?
How can one resist such tenderness, especially for such a humble being...
It turns out that dead ashes can rekindle, and stagnant water can also cause slight ripples.
Even though I was unwilling to accept all kinds of grievances, now I have turned into infinite affection and devoted myself to that person. It is so simple and easy for a heart to fall.
I lost my heart and fell in love, only to find that my existence was just the shadow of others. Such tenderness and thoughtfulness were never for myself, but to convey my endless thoughts to that person through this body.
If it's not yourself, so what. If you care about others, what can you change?
Love is a willing fall...
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