I want to draw a perfect imaginary end to my love in this way.
This article is for those who have always longed for true love and worked hard to love.
Preface...
I once thought that we could live hard, even if it was ordinary, even if it was ugly, we would keep going like this. We were determined, deeply determined, that each other would hold hands and grow old together. I believe that in the torrent of reality, we can still hold hands, and even if we accidentally get lost, we can still find each other and love each other like that. Until, left. I still believe this, but I can't find you. Why can't I find it? I've been asking questions like this, deceiving everyone and myself. Until this day, when I wanted to get out of my own scam, why did you come in so hard? With that attitude...