There is no sound, living alone, probably like this for the rest of my life. Love is so extravagant, it would be fine if I didn't go hiking, if I didn't meet him, if I didn't have the heart. Turning off the switch, I couldn't hear the sound. He was chatting and laughing in the distance, but I, an unhealthy person, could I walk over and have him? Yes, I tried, but I couldn't walk. He took my hand and said, "Marry me, and I will give you happiness. You will not be happy with him." Where should I go? . . . .