I used to think that you would be happy, even if it wasn't because of me, even if I could only watch from a distance and occasionally give you a few insincere blessings. But the bursts of pain in my heart, and the constant loss, made me understand that I could never really let go. You had already been planted in my heart, and now you have become a towering tree with luxuriant branches. The roots are too deep and the love is too heavy. It covers my whole heart. How can I fall in love with others?