It seems that everyone's life seems happy, although there are people who are out of reach in everyone's heart. How come they don't like the person they finally marry at all, but it's just not the person they love the most, and it's just not the person they want most in their hearts. They struggle, compensate, suffer, regret. It is said that love at the age of seventeen or eighteen does not count. So, what about from the age of seventeen or eighteen to the age of twenty-seven or eighteen, and for the rest of life? I buried you deep in my heart and gave up the opportunity to know the truest you. We are both happy, after all, you wished me happiness.
Intention: abuse