I thought what I lost was the ability to love someone, but later I realized that what I lost was myself, my once high-spirited self. I say they are pathetic, but in the end it is the unloved self who is the most pathetic, leaving nothing behind after all the vigorous work.
Don't smile at me. When you smile, I feel like I owe you a lot.
Intention: Perhaps only by becoming a regret can people remember it.