Why has my soul never dreamed after all these years? Without you, my life will never come to an end. Living like a zombie is just to fulfill a joke I made to you back then: I want to hold the world in my hands and send it to you, even if I can only face cold photos.
When you reappeared, I subconsciously wanted to run away. Your existence is too dangerous for me, and I can't bear the second loss. But it is already destined that my heart will only beat for you in this life.
The dark world becomes colorful again. Looking at you who are reborn, you are red with throbbing; holding your husband's arm, you are green with jealousy; seeing your husband being intimate with other men, hey, what's going on? While I was angry, I was actually happy? !