I defied the eyes of the world and fell in love with you in this city where homosexuality is not allowed. But what about now? Even the only stronghold in my heart has been defeated. What nostalgia and reluctance do I have? I don't want to hear your explanation, let alone your gentle and sweet apology. I don't need it. I hate the person who betrayed me, and I hate myself even more. Why do the pain I have experienced always sink into your gentle whispers.
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