Do you know--
If you love, how long can you wait to reach the limit of love?
If you don't love, how can you be so decisive in refusing love?
I'm not sure how many people in this world still have the persistence of waiting for success that others don't understand.
But I know there are at least a few such -- fools.
They may be keeping an agreement they made to someone else, even if they look around and see the person they are traveling with has long since disappeared.
They even just hold on to their self-defined worth, willfully setting limits in their one-man show, desperate, and persevering.
I can't see the end of that kind of waiting, whether it's a sunny day or a blizzard.
I just remember someone telling me,
My dear, no matter how much pain you swallow while waiting, when you personally bring an end to this experience, there will be no regrets or hatred, and the emotion that finally stays in the bottom of your heart is called "loved".
Waiting or not waiting, participants and bystanders can't guess.
You can either "since you have waited, I will never look back", or you can "time to wake up and forget about the beginning."
I followed the vague path and wrote some persistence without knowing the ending.
Only one thing is certain--
It's not bad to have a wait.
Why? Because I waited.