On the phone I was using, he wrote: Get away from
the diary that I locked in the box. It is full of courage to exist all the way because of you.
In those gloomy days, I always told myself to work hard and work hard.
Fortunately, on a sunny day, I came to you brightly and beautifully.
I smiled at you and told you: I have finally grown into an excellent woman who can match you.
However, I failed in the end, and I couldn't match you after all.
So,
you can only keep you in your heart forever. Don't touch people.
I can only write down what I want to say to you forever in alienated words.
You can only record your face in a dream forever and miss it.
You can only show the smile you want to others forever.
And, also, forever and ever can only be next to you in a dream.
What a sad woman, but I want to be so sad forever.
Even if there are other people who say that he is willing to work hard for me, only for my happiness.
two.
Some people need to say goodbye and leave because they are destined to leave their mark in life. And I always remember that I loved you.
This is what is seen elsewhere.
When I saw it, I recorded it with willfulness and stubbornness and felt very similar to myself.
I also want to forget you, to say goodbye to you, to say goodbye to that unknown love and obsession.
However, after failing again and again, I have already begun to give up.
For those futile things, the only way is to give up the struggle and let it go.
So, I also gave up struggling. But at the same time also gave up the effort.
I can't grow up to be a woman who matches you, so I have to let this dream go.
Cut off your own thoughts, cut off your unrealistic sighs.
only. only. Occasionally miss. Miss you those one-word phrases that don't give me any color.
I miss the touching you said, the take care you said, and the comforting words you said.
You see, your things without any color can be so ambiguous and guessed by me.
You say, am I really, as they say, a woman who is too smart.
I always thought that as long as I didn't get noticed, as long as I continued to disguise my stubborn pride, I could still be the
unfinished text of that proud princess . . .
There are so many
unfinished memories of the story of your existence . . .
There are so many times
and unfinished you because of you. . .
There are so many emotions because of your existence
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