Five years ago, she took all her pride, left him, who was deeply in love with her, and ran to the United States alone. Five years later, she returned gracefully, bringing a child with the same blood as him. He still has affection for her, and she still misses him like a flood. I hope that we can work hand in hand for the rest of our lives from now on.
If you had told me back then, it would only take another five years for you to come home and be alone in the mountains. So why am I willing to endure the pain and give up my love freely?