I have always thought that words are the most powerful thing in the world, but, dear, why can't they express my thoughts about you? I ran out of pen and ink, blackened one piece of white paper after another, exhausted my vocabulary, and wrote one word after another. From dawn to dusk, from high spirits to physical and mental exhaustion. But dear, why can't I write how I miss you? I can't describe how much I miss you, as turbulent as the waves, as long as time, as gorgeous as fireworks, and as bitter as lemons. I miss you, want to see you, love you with my most barren but most sincere love, want to use the most beautiful words in the world to describe you, and want to convey all my infatuation and turbulent longing to you. But my dear, why can't this powerful and fiery text express how much I miss you?
Intention: Love and hate cannot be offset, but no matter how mean your life is, you will be as strong as you are. Some loves are born with tombstones engraved on them