In my life.
There is no such thing as fate.
No uncontrollable tears.
There is no such thing as love.
There is no unpredictable future.
And the absurd life I am living now is all thanks to you.
And you suddenly wanted to come back to me one day and tell me that you were tired and wanted to rest. So sleep next to me.
But I want to tell you that I don't love you as much as before, and I can't start over.
The ending of the story is not a complete one, but at least it made me understand that if it is not true love, don't waste so much time doing the same thing.
Maybe I don't really love that person, but I'm just not willing to give without getting results.
Things are turning, but I'm not in that wheel.
To the end of the world, I only think of you.