I once wondered if it would have been better for each other if the two of us had not met. She would have met someone who loved her but had self-control. That person would regulate her and lead her on a bright road. He would not have no bottom line for her like me, watching her go to destruction without being able to stop her. And although I may never understand what love is, I can live a stable life in an ordinary way. But when I imagined all this carefully, I found that a life without her participation frightened me more than the reality that seemed chaotic to me at the moment. A person who once gained light has absolutely no way to endure the days of returning to darkness. When a person who has been blind for half his life suddenly sees the beauty of blooming flowers, the changing skylight and cloud shadows on the lake, and the eternal solemnity of sunset and moonrise, how can he be willing to return to the abyss of nothing? Just thinking about it can make you heartbroken.