If you love me but push me into someone else's arms, then let everything go with the wind and I will no longer love you. . . . .
Love is not possession, but it is not giving up. Of course, everything is based on the premise that I love you.
You whispered in my ear countless times, "I will love you well, do everything in my power to make you happy, and make you the happiest person." I thought that if I heard it too much, there would be no more ripples, but in reality, you have touched the softest string in my heart again and again, disrupting a pool of spring water, and my love for you has reached the point where I can't extricate myself.