At the beginning, I didn't fall in love with you. In the beginning, you fell in love with me. Then why in the end, I fell in love with you, but you didn't even like me a little bit. In those years, the roads we walked, the beds we slept on, and the time we rode horses galloped by, grew wantonly in my heart, but could no longer stir up a ripple from you.
You said you don't understand why I miss you.
I don't understand why I miss you either.
Maybe just because,
you don't love me,
I love you.