I thought we would spend our lives bringing our love story to a perfect conclusion. I thought I would always be protected by you like a child. I thought you would grow up and protect me like a father. If I have a daughter in the future, you will be the support of our two mothers. If I have a son in the future, then I will be pampered by you two. I thought, but unfortunately everything was just my imagination. Our story actually ends here. My heart is too painful. I can't bear the rumors and the incomprehension of others. Fortunately, I have the window of writing as a tree hole in my heart, so that more people can know our story, pay homage to our lost love, and resolve the pain in my heart.