Can ten years change a person? I think, yes or no.
I met you when I was 15 years old. We met, got to know each other, got to know each other, and finally fell in love. You said to me: "The world is so big, I want to go see it with you, and then spend my whole life like this. No matter how many people object, I will be with you."
At the age of 18, at the airport, after I broke up with my family and decided to give up everything to be with you with bruises all over my body and a bruised nose and face, you said to me: "I don't like you anymore. I'm tired. There will be no results for us to be together. Too many people are against us." Then turned around and walked away. It's been ten years since I left.
28 Years old, in the alley, in the dead of night, I still think of you, but I think I hate you. After all, hate is easier to last than love. Why did you suddenly appear and disrupt my life?
Asshole! What are you going to do? Do you, a person like you who has a cold personality, is willful, scheming, and doesn't know the rules, want to be entangled with me for the rest of his life? Well, that's it