Life is truly precious, but love is even more valuable. If it is for freedom, both can be thrown away.
Wandering between freedom and love, he chose the former with ease;
But in my heart, there is still a trace of reluctance to let go. Every time I turn around and leave, the reluctance in my heart will increase.
He thought it was just a matter of time, but when he was lying on the hospital bed hanging by a thread;
He suddenly realized that if there was no life left, how could there be freedom?
For him, he could even throw away his life. What else could he not give up?
However, when he was about to take up the heavy burden of love, he suddenly disappeared;
Only then did he realize that his love was so deep.
The road of pursuit is long and long, will the departed love ever return one day...