I stroked his frown and kissed each other with tears in my eyes. It was all done with care, and we drank in the sweetness greedily like children given candy.
How about we elope? I was shaking wildly. His eyes began to regain their senses, and then he pushed me away, and the back he turned away from me was blurred in white.
I admit that I was blind and stupid. When his eyes looked at me as deeply as the lake, I had fallen stupidly. But I was stupid enough to think that he would give up his ambitions for the sake of the love of his children.
I hate and complain shamefully. Why is it evil and not fate?