Old youth is a discarded doll. You have loved it and let it go.
I have never loved the world, and it does the same to me. ("Selected Poems of Byron"
If one day, you also leave this desolate world, I will definitely be waiting for you at that door.
The difficulty is the secret you have been hiding all this time. You didn't tell me, but you asked me to endure the pain and be scolded by others. I forced a smile to help you.
If I argue with reason, no one will believe it, not even myself.
The day you died, the prosperity of my love ended.