We were supposed to be two parallel lines in life, but they always intersected.
I thought that our meeting was a good beginning, but I never thought that missing the beginning is meeting. However, missing is our final choice.
I once thought that I could always look up to your beauty and protect your promises, but I forgot that you fly too high, and my looking up to you will eventually become a burden, and there will always be a day when I am tired of looking up to you.
Sure enough, I can't bear the slightest flaw in my love. So our ending was sad, and I cried in memory of the love we finally lost.