I used to understand that "the farthest distance in the world is not the ends of the world, but when you are in front of me but don't know that I love you."
Now I understand, but I would rather never understand.
Falling in love with you is an accident, accident... Is inevitable.
I love you boldly, but forget that you are not me...
We are like two parallel lines - never crossing.
At the wedding, she was such a dazzling presence next to you. I couldn't stop her, I could only escape.
You stayed in my footsteps and said softly to me: "You will be happier without me."
And now
The rose you gave me has withered and turned yellow
The love I gave you has withered
I would be happier without you!
Conception: