My little friend loved me very much until the moment he died. He still called my name. He had my name tattooed on his hand. I liked him very much. I loved him for three years, but our relationship was far more than three years. I have known him for 14 years and been together for three years. I am 18 this year. He should have proposed to me at my coming-of-age ceremony. Unfortunately, God was so good at making jokes and took him away. My beloved left me. I secretly asked the driver if he has a lover? He answered me that I have a lover and I love her very much. I cried and said to him that my lover died in your hands and I hate you. He was only 18 years old and died in that silent night. I cried for a long, long time. I hated myself. Why did I go out to play and why did I eat candied haws? I really loved him.
Intention: love