Others say that he is getting older, dull and boring, and has been single for many years.
The heart is like a rotten tree, spring is hard to come by.
We were strangers on the rooftop that day.
The wind was very strong. I looked at his back, my heart suddenly shrank, and I blurted out, with panic, alarm, and a little fear:
"You... You're not going to die, are you?"
I thought I had stopped a stranger who was about to commit suicide.
In fact, I have always been the one who has good times and bad times, ups and downs.
I hid it so well that even he thought I had slowly come out.
Until that phone call, I was stretched to my limit.
On the other end of the phone, his voice was trembling, panicked, and humbled that even he himself was not aware of.
Over and over again, as softly as a plea:
"Baby, don't die... Please, don't die."
Everyone laments that he is a rotten tree that cannot spring.
But the one who is truly rotten, empty, and ready to disappear at any time is me.
I once stopped him casually,
But he tried his best to keep me.
Intention: love yourself