I don't know where my love started. Why have I been obsessed with it for half a lifetime? I have been obsessed with it for half a lifetime. All I want is peace and happiness.
In those years, there was confusion, hesitation, and hatred—laughing, crying, getting drunk, hurting, and waking up. Who could hear the crying in the night, the invasion of the past day and night over and over again—the memory will become blurred in the mottled track of time, and the pain and helplessness will become more vivid and clear with the refinement of time. I never thought that you who loved me so deeply would ever think about leaving. I once thought letting go of those people was just that, but time has taught me that I will never meet that person again. At that time, I thought I just liked him. The funny thing is that now I understand that when he hurt him to pieces and was covered with bruises, he exhausted the love he gave. When he gave up their love, he discovered that he had loved him so much that he couldn't help himself.