Tears quietly slid down the cheeks and flowed into the mouth.
I once thought that tears were bitter. Only now did I realize that tears are actually inexplicably sweet. Just like love, although it is as sweet as butter, you will find that it is so cruel.
In the airport, joys and sorrows are repeated every day. But if the heart is dead, how can there be joy over sadness? My dear, if you are really happy after leaving me, then I am willing.
Perhaps, love will always be just a sweet illusion you gave me.