We were originally two straight lines that never intersected, but we intertwined again and again. When I had already thought about giving up, you held me tight again. I asked you why you did this to me, but you could never answer. This time I decided to leave you. Goodbye, maybe we will never meet again.
Oh, it was fate. After that night, I became pregnant. Yes, it was so bloody. Why did you hurt me so many times and we still can't get rid of each other? What's even more ridiculous is that the more the little brat grows up, the more he looks like you. He was obviously born to me alone, but in the end, you took advantage of everything.
Intention: love after marriage