You said you fell in love with me when I was fifteen, innocent and romantic. What I fell in love with is you now, you are a bastard and a slut, but you are enough to stand up for me. Getting married to you was a plan, a conspiracy, and a last resort, but what you wanted to give me was to enjoy flowers in front of the court and listen to books in the teahouse... I love the world and the world, but I dare not tell myself: I love you. Forget it, it's late at night, the candles are out, and I'm the only one left reading your name over and over again...
Intention: Even if life is helpless, someone will love you.