You promised me that you would marry me into a beautiful woman. I believed in you, so I waited for you. I cut off my love just because I was waiting for your return. You come back but you no longer recognize me. I hate you but love more than hate. Even though you no longer recognize me and no longer care about me. I use all my love and hate to dance for you one last dance like when we first met. I became your wife, but in the end I was not blessed to be able to grow old together with you. It was my fault. My acquaintance with you is like a flower passing by, extinguished in an instant. The past fades into dust and eventually dissipates like dust.
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