We are all losers in this love game. In this society where the law of the jungle is the eternal truth, the loser has no right to show sadness and pain. Maybe your lonely expression can be exchanged for the winner's unbearable look, but that will only make you more embarrassed. So, when you are forced to smile in front of the dazzling happiness of the winner, but you feel tears and tiredness in your heart, who will pity you? Who cares?
When you entered this coffee shop with floating but infinitely heavy steps, were you doomed to my failure?
I took in your hurt and pain, but what about me? What do I do?
I'm not as strong as you, so don't be surprised if I disappear suddenly. Perhaps, when I sort out everything, I will continue to comfort you: "You will find the happiness that belongs to you..."