My life is like this. In those poetic years, every bit of him is like a nightmare that tightly wraps around me. The silence that broke my life and my longing for romantic love finally turned sour under my sleepy and ignorant rejection, intertwined into bitterness.
A terminal stream, such as a terminated stream, cannot withstand the powerful force of water gathering into a flood, and the river bank will collapse one day.
That young man with pure eyes died under my painful and shallow words.
Life was laughing at my ignorance and made me regret it at the last moment. I was wrong.
It will end, it will end.