Are you willing to amaze me all your life with your trees and flowers? You are so tall that you are willing to bend down for me all your life?
I already know the outcome.
You are prosperous and full of trees, but you provide shade to too many people. You are towering into the clouds, but you make too many people eager to conquer.
You never paused for a moment for me, you never hesitated for a moment for me, you cleared the clouds for me and then sank to the bottom of the sea without any news.
But I am still willing to write about the desolation with you at this moment with this cautious mood, not afraid of the future and not thinking about the past.
Before you, no one loved me like this. After you, I dare not say love easily.
You love me but betray me. The affection you think you have is too affectionate in my opinion, and you are too merciful. Those actions and nicknames between you and other women that are insignificant and unworthy of mention in your eyes seem to be stabbing me one by one.
Then you left me, saying it was because you didn't want to hurt me.
Your ideas are contrary to mine. Your love is punishment to me, your tenderness is hurt to me, and your leaving is betrayal of me.
Conception: