When I met you and fell in love with you, I spent six years protecting you. Then I turned around and found that you were also protecting me.
When I finally held your hand, I couldn't tell whether it was you or that youth I was in love with.
I am the one who loves you the most, but you are so willing to let me be sad; when I finally turned around and took his hand and picked up the pain in my heart, were you ever as sad as me?