When I met you, I thought I had met the light. We met, got to know each other, and fell in love, but it was difficult to stay together. It's a pity that you were born before I was born, but I was already old after you were born. You are my salvation, but you are also my calamity... I met you and fell in love with you in the most beautiful years. Even if the road ahead is cliffy and the world is blocking it, I am not afraid. Is it lucky for a twenty-two-year-old girl to meet a thirty-six-year-old uncle? Is it a calamity? Who can tell? I just hope that we will live up to each other in this life and suffer in the next life.
Purpose: I heard that love is 9 times out of 10 hurtful, and the most desolate thing is not getting it.