What I fear most is that you don't marry me in the end.
What I'm afraid of is that our story is so ridiculous: we spent sweet, bumpy, and troubled years together, but in the end we couldn't spend the rest of our lives together. We become poor pawns, at the mercy of fate. I couldn't accept that you said you couldn't marry me and turned around and left.
Before you turn around, I will definitely leave you first, because I am not afraid of not marrying you in the end. If I have to let you down, I would rather let you down. In the years that you can't see, I will spend the rest of my life paying tribute to our love.