Ordinary people are destined to fall when they encounter extraordinary salvation.
Accompanying each other, but it is the unexpected result of long-lasting regret. No matter how hard it is, no matter how much you hate it, you can't die no matter what!
It's not a national feud, not a family hatred, or even a divorce and no children, it's just a word of "love" that hasn't had time to be uttered!
Love is too heavy and too wronged. I have already tormented myself to death for one person, but now, do I still have the intention?
Will your persistence bring about my persistence?
Can your reluctance wipe away my tears?
If all I have left is a shell
Am I still qualified to tell you that I love you?
Or, you can just say, thank you...
(I have posted this article a little bit elsewhere, but I haven't finished it. It's not plagiarism. Thank you)