Is there such a person in your memory? He is like the cold wind that passes through the Siberian wilderness in December. It is biting and cold and makes you shiver. But you open your clothes and let them rustle and rustle in the wind. It is you or the wind that can keep you standing in the wilderness where the cold wind passes by without falling.
She doesn't love him, but he wants her to love him
She loved him, but he never loved her
He doesn't love her, at least not very much
Then she will suffer a little more. Wait for him.
Fourteen years ago he told her, "You have to love yourself"
Nine years ago she told him "You have to love yourself"
Six years ago, he told her, "You must love me until death."
But now he told her, "You must hate me until you die."
Fourteen years of wind and rain have passed away
Can she still wait for him?