It turns out that what is more sad than parallel lines is the intersecting lines. The encounter that was once so fierce has become farther and farther away. If I had never met you in my life, would I still be the same me? If I had never had you in my life, I would rather have never appeared...
The one lying in a pool of blood is you or me. "You can't die. I won't let you die. Even if you die, I will die." That heart-wrenching cry, even the wind couldn't bear to blow it away.
Your wedding is my funeral. "Who are you?" Since you no longer love me, let me sink into a deep dream with sadness. It is so beautiful there, you are so gentle there, and you still remember me...