I thought my life would be like this and there would be no more troubles. I thought love would not appear to people like me. God was merciful to me and gave you back to me, no matter what appearance you appear in front of me again. I can still feel that initial throb. I think I love you, and cannot tolerate my escape; I think I love you, and cannot tolerate time changing; I think I love you, and cannot tolerate distance and separation.
Whether I was the student union president ten years ago or an economic prisoner ten years later, I will always love you.
God, if I could, I would trade my best things for the man I love to have a peaceful life and no more troubles in the future.