There is a kind of love with teardrops, but it is very sad and beautiful. It is called giving up! Is giving up really another kind of love? Is giving up really another kind of happiness? To be precise, giving up is another way of possessing! I quit in embarrassment. This is not greatness, but because between letting go and not letting go, I understand that feelings cannot be forced, and they cannot be forced. Even if I hold on tightly, what is it that I am holding on to? It's scars, it's pain! If I hold my hand tightly, there is nothing inside. If I loosen my hand, I have everything. The most painful thing is the period between letting go and not letting go. Once you really make up your mind to give up, you will feel a sense of relief. From then on, the pain and love were deeply buried in my heart.
