He didn't blame me, he gritted his teeth and endured being stabbed into his lungs with a scalpel, and just winked at me when he was done: You see, that's all. I looked at him and remembered the spring and summer when we had known each other for fifteen years, and remembered that he was the first and only love I had ever loved. I knew that even if I hadn't been killed by the disease, I wouldn't be able to live the rest of my life in peace. So when I exhausted everything to complete the script and completely recorded all the traces of our love, I knew that I could finally leave everything behind and join you in another world.
Although I know that no matter how long, you will be there waiting for me, but heaven is beautiful, and I am afraid that you will be lonely.
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