You are finally happy, so I may feel less guilty, and I may be happier. Who said that if you hold your child's hand, you must grow old together with your child, and when love is scattered in the desert, no matter how many tears water it, it cannot bloom the flower of happiness. The promise you gave me and the oath I gave will eventually dissipate in the wind and frost of the world.
From now on you are you, I am me, we are no longer us, but this does not mean that I don't love you, just like butterflies cannot fly across the sea, we can never reach the other side of each other.
I put you in the most hidden corner of my heart and let us slowly forget each other.