The wind blew through his hair, but he still left. He deserved it. Finally, it was just why he was hurt and he felt so painful.
The handsome young man hugged him, "Do you like me?" "No, I love you. Without you, I..." Their lips and teeth met,
"Promise me, we will grow old together and leave this world together."
"Okay!"
Why? If you leave without me, our hair will not turn gray yet! Why?
I remember when he asked him, "Do you like her?"
"I want to be with her."
"Why?"
"Because I love her and not you!"
Everything is just a lie, everything about whether you love someone or not is a lie. . The same goes for you when you leave!
"If you die, if I am still here, whether I hang myself or jump off a building, I will be with you."
"Why do you say it so disgusting, but I like it."
It was never me you liked, just this oath? It's like you've never been in love before. . .