When I was at my best age, I fell in love with the person I thought was the best at that time.
The many years we spent together became a nightmare that I will never mention in my life.
Even if we were separated for many, many years, and we met again, I would still fall.
Everyone is trying to persuade me that he is not your lover.
But I understand that unless I figure it out myself, anyone's advice is a lie.
What I thought was a long time no see turned out to be a God-given opportunity for him.
From our most innocent youth to our final lust for profit, during this period, who deceived whom and who let down whom.
He is a passerby that I can't wait for, and I am a passerby that 'he' can't wait for.
He cares for me wholeheartedly and puts me first in everything. Even if I want to betray him, he will forgive me softly.
Later I finally understood that I had been missing out all my life.