It Hurts to Breathe

If I could avoid it and forget the sadness, I would be willing to hide for the rest of my life. If hiding can save my soul, I am willing to hide for the rest of my life. But I am not qualified to say what if, because everything is already an established fact. I hid, but I don't know how long I can hide. Now, I am still suffering in my heart. Ordinary people interpret ordinary stories. Although I don't want to be the protagonist of the story, it is always difficult for people's thoughts and hearts to be unified. In the end, God took away my happiness. I don't want to be depressed, I don't want to complain, I want to seriously find my own happiness again, but do I still have the courage to stand up again? There was a pair of hands that grabbed me tightly when I was at a loss. I felt a moment of warmth, but I didn't know what he could bring me. Is it love that lasts until death, or is it a short-lived impulse? Conception: