I don't know why I met him. Maybe these things were a fundamental mistake. But if you ask me now, would I have been happy if I had not seen him, known him, loved him, or missed him from the beginning?
Like, no.
So far, it seems that only he can give me a reason to be happy.
But all he can give me is more pain and hurt
I will work hard, love hard, or not love hard.
Could it be that you are my true destiny?
I love you, but you don't seem to know
From the first time I heard your voice and saw you smiling and reaching out to me in such a bright sunshine, I couldn't help it.
That hand is the life-saving straw in my dark whirlpool. I desperately want to grab it, but why do you want to go further and further away...
I need your smile, the contemptuous look when you speak, the disdain for me, the confidence you show all the time...
Don't go, come here, come to me...
Okay?