Loving someone is such a nasty thing. So sad, sad, and helpless, but still clinging to the sporadic intersections and refusing to let go. Being dragged away by the only memories, covered with bruises, but still stubbornly unchanged. Because I always feel that there is hope and that I will get closer to the person in my heart, I keep waiting until the end. Even I don't know whether I am waiting for that person or waiting to give up.
She only said one sentence to him, the only sentence: "You are my lifetime."