We drew signs of love, and ten years ago we never gave up. You came to think about me, and I came to celebrate. But will we still love each other when the truth is revealed? You said, I have never been happy in ten years, but happiness or unhappiness is given by myself. You come to think about it, and I am happy, but neither of us can go back to ten years ago. When misfortune strikes, what will I use to love, and whose judgment I will wait for before I can feel safe.
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