She left, with a hint of resentment and anger, and was taken away by angels.
She came, a little shy, innocent, brought by God.
That she is still her, like a blank piece of paper, how should I write?
I hurt her once, but this time, how can I love her? I have lost her once before, this time, even if it costs my life, I want her to be happy.
My girl, don't leave.