How on earth should one love someone? How much patience and time can we give?
Tenderness and betrayal always go hand in hand. In the moment of sweetness, we have a premonition of the eternal bitterness that love will inevitably bring.
Separation seems to be the only option. We are both proud people who are accustomed to putting dignity before love.
When nostalgia becomes a luxury, commemoration becomes embarrassing. Love should become faith, or it should be worthless!
In the dead of night, memories shine quietly like abandoned rings. This is what I finally admit, love is something without regrets.
But, I can't choose between money and feelings! I just want to leave quietly, would you know?
Have we ever loved? If love comes...