Meeting you is a wound;
Falling in love with you is like pouring salt on the wound;
Without you, the wound will worsen and spread;
Seeing you again is like the scab of a wound, but it is also a mark that can never be erased.
However, I still chose to abandon everything and stab myself in the heart.
I just humbly hope that you can look back and see my wounds that have not yet scabbed...