Some love is not beautiful just because you love it, nor does it stop because you don't love it. The reason why the past is called the past is because there is no future, even if I love you very much~
I love him very much and gave everything for him, even though I knew there was no result. I never knew if he loved me, even when I was in love, I still felt that I was getting further and further away from him. Our endless entanglement can only make ourselves more desperate~ I don't want to let go, but I can't continue. Finally everything settled, and I was left, seeing the dust dancing in the air~