Sadness

He saved her and saved her, but of the two people, he sacrificed the one he didn't love; She was saved by him, but her love became a tool of revenge; He silently protected the one he loved, but that person didn't take him seriously. Everything, everyone is trapped by the word love... Last night it rained and the wind blew, and I couldn't get rid of the remaining wine after a deep sleep. When I asked the person behind the curtain, he said, "Begonia is still the same." Do you know it, it should be green, fat, red and thin... Is our love still there? Or maybe we never loved...