So often, fate works in such mysterious ways. One glance is enough to remember for a lifetime, one glance is worth a thousand words. I can't say I'm the person who loves you most, but you are the person I love most.
So often, even knowing it's impossible, we still go ahead without hesitation. Even knowing there's no happy ending, we still give willingly. Even knowing we should forget it all, we quietly keep it in our hearts.
So often, it really hurts. Why am I always the one doing so much? So often, I truly don't know what to do. I don't know what you're thinking. So often, I want you to tell me: What am I to you?
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The content is not much, but the words make people feel distressed!