If Nuan Nuan was still around, it would be like this in the Mood for Love.
Don't come any closer, how can I allow myself to have the desire to stay with another person for life.
Nuan Nuan, I have finally become the treacherous brother. You will blame me, but I can't control my heart. I can't help but admit thousands of times that I love him hopelessly.
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P. Singto, forget it, I let go, I don't want you anymore. It turns out that I am just a substitute who is similar to you and you can't help but get close to me. If you compete with the deceased, there is no chance of winning.
However, if we see you again, please say hello first, so that you will appear distant and I will control myself from giving you a hug...