We have always been in love, but the truth is too cruel. I have to push you out of my world. I am also heartbroken, but I have to be strong for myself.
When we meet again, I have to endure the heartache and push me to someone else. Our separation has no tears or unnecessary words, but only the faint heartache that others cannot see.
We all thought that the other person had let go, but only we knew: "If time does not stay and my heartbeat continues, how can I be willing to watch your fading figure." But at this point, we all have to watch the other person's figure walk out of our own world, let go of the hand that we once held tightly, and the feeling that has been buried deep in our hearts by our own hands.