Missing you is a pain that can breathe. It lives in every corner of my body. It hurts to sing your favorite songs, it hurts to read your letters, and even the silence hurts.
Regret is the pain of breathing. It can roll back and forth in the blood. It hurts to regret that you are not considerate. It hurts to regret that you are not caring. It hurts to miss you but not to see you. It hurts the most! ! !
She smiled and looked at his future, which was full of happiness and had nothing to do with her, so... That was enough. She thought that the story ended successfully, and both the prince and the princess found their own happiness, but he kissed her regardless of the class reunion...