I thought you were my destiny, but I didn't expect you to be my disaster. Before I met you, I didn't think love would make people lose themselves. After meeting you, I even look down on myself. How to interpret love? It may be sweet or bitter, or it may accept things that many people cannot understand.
I once thought that I had forgiven you, and as long as I could start over, I didn't care. But I didn't expect that it was just my impulse. People only do wrong once and countless times, and you only hurt me once. I will never forget. I wanted to ask you for help across the screen to let us go on. Those few words you replied "I don't know anymore" were really my fault.
Intention: I won't make the same mistakes again. Thank you for giving me the opportunity and giving me a three-point sugar love. I shouldn't believe that I will be the exception.