There is no set path in this world. I thought I could meet you in a poetic and picturesque place, fall in love with you in a moment of deer bumping into each other, and be with you for the rest of my life. But you didn't expect it, and I didn't expect it. In these unexpected situations, it becomes so easy to "miss".
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter who it is, since love is missed, I will choose it once for the sake of family love. From now on, it's not you, but him.
The moment the tearful hipa was lifted, it didn't matter, it really didn't matter.
The moment when I wasn't him in my heart, but I was embraced, it didn't matter, it really didn't matter.
The fever of typhoid fever, the moment I call out your name, it doesn't matter, it really doesn't matter.
I thought I only had you in my heart and not him.
But I forgot. There is no set path in this world.
When I kept thinking about "I thought", it turned out that my heart was already full.
In the dark room, what I was looking forward to with all my heart turned out to be not you.
In the cold pool, the person I called for help with all my strength turned out to be not you.
The person I want to insist on making tea for turns out to be not you.
It turns out that you are not the one who wants to share the journey of life with your child.
Facing the departing figure, the hand I wanted to hold on to was not yours.