I don't want to be a bitch anymore. Thirteen years of deep love are only those thirteen years. For the rest of my life, I want to live for myself.
I am old, tired, and tired. In the past thirteen years, I have tasted all the pain, bitterness, and numbness. I am a moth flying into the flame, and I am as happy as before. It is just a smoke in the past, and I have only been living so far. I should also be responsible for my own life, so I don't love you anymore.
Did you hear clearly?
I don't love anymore