I once loved you silently and hopelessly. Love without hope, do you not expect any response or do you know that you can’t be together but cannot help loving in despair? In that starless night, his voice penetrated through the earmuffs of countless people through electric waves, saying: Love is a personal thing. On the paper, her words were printed on the readers’ hearts, saying: love is up to the heaven, but not up to oneself. Remember the past. The past that cannot be abandoned. What kind of curse is that? He regards her as life, is it her luck or his misfortune? Later, I always thought: if she left with him in that weird snow, would she be happier? If she left with him in that terrible escape, would she be happier? If nothing happened and she didn’t meet him, would she be happier? Everyone said that she was his disaster star. From the very beginning, bad luck continued. Everyone said that she was too young to be worldly and not suitable for his world of intrigue. But he said that she gave everything to him. If he shook his hand, he would destroy her. In my opinion, defiance exists. Because of its existence, we know the cruelty that all good wishes will not be realized. Love cannot defeat the power of fate. The divination Gypsy woman said to her: Your body is in one place, but your heart is in another place. Under the expulsion of God, wandering ceaselessly. He and she did not disappoint each other, but were betrayed by fate. He and she didn’t play with each other, but they were played with by fate. If she was the girl in white dress he loved when he was a student, maybe they would be very vulgar and happy. But all these assumptions are not true. I think the blank he left on the paper was not only telling her that what he could do for her, but also the endless love he could not tell her. How could the woman he had been caring for lose herself at all? It was clear that he could no longer guard him, so he told her that if he went forward, there would be someone who loved you more than me. He wished her a safe and happy life. Giving up and not giving up are all among them. He threw himself aside to save her. I can’t imagine how heartbreaking pain he felt when he walked alone at the end of the road, thinking her name silently in his heart. What kind of love makes him choose to leave alone quietly? There are too many things that cannot be fulfilled in the world. She couldn’t snuggle up with him in a certain country, but at least she completely collected Diorissmo’s slim and cold taste. The smell of love between her and him. I love you instead of him. But who can know exactly whether this is lucky or unfortunate? Those past, unforgettable, how sad she recalled alone. I can’t give it up, forget it, and feel sad. If you leave together in the disasters you have experienced, you may be happier. At least hand in hand to the end. Later, I always thought like this.

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