There was once a saying:
Between you and me, there was either a missed chance or a mistake.
I thought time would be a fine remedy for healing, but I never expected my heart to be the ingredient in the medicine.
So whether it simmers or boils, I can only endure it.
In the world of love, some people have loved, some have been hurt, some have hated, and for some, love was nothing but a memory from the very beginning.
So people always say, if only we could start over.
But the past is gone.
We loved.
Love is over.
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