I'm a silly boy who can't let go of love.
I am the little woman waiting for the final word.
I'm a bad boy pretending to be disobedient.
You find out. Want to draw a real Snow White.
You give up waiting. I want each other to go the other way.
You are stupid. Always don't know when is the right moment.
You stretch out your hands. The original truth and the white lie that was bent on hiding.
I know, and so do you.
It's just that we never say it. Because we always want to be better.
I smiled at you wearing a big puppet, silently trying to forget the scar on my face.
You try hard to imagine, you are so tired that you lie down in the park and fall asleep, you just want to draw the most beautiful look of me.
I became a human bean bag for love, a breakup expert, for a living, and a commitment to you.
You reject me as always because you are afraid we have no future to face.
I waited, disappointed, waited again, I just wanted you to say that sentence, I just wanted to be a little selfish, and I wanted you to think about me before you rushed into the fire to save people, so that you would not rush to the front.
You have delayed repeatedly because of tossing and turning, but you protect this worry and vulnerability with the greatest tolerance.
I want mom to be sick. Because then you will hug me, care about me, don't drink, don't curse.
However, after you learned that you had cancer, you tried to smile at me and didn't want to leave an ugliness in my memory.
Just in the end, my scars, you have to go.
Just in the end, my efforts, you have to go.
Just finally, my change, you have to go.
Just finally, my maturity, you have to go.
I put Snow White's big puppet head on your head, hug you, and gently say goodbye in my heart.
I looked at you busy in the glass window and said to the mirror, although she is going to break up, you have to believe that she actually loves you.
I was happy to hear the news of rain while I was worried about the drought for more than 20 days, but when I heard the news of your death during the news broadcast, my fingers were sluggish.
I saw you breathing hard, struggling, hair disheveled, and I told Dad not to cry because I said, you'll hear me.
You are still gone.
You said, you are going to study abroad next week, but you want to draw the best version of me. You gently erase the scars on me with an eraser, and eventually disappear.
You found my left umbrella in the rain, opened it and hurried to the sidewalk, saw the piece of cloth that had been torn at the corner of the umbrella, covered your mouth and cried.
You didn't propose in the hotel in the end, because you died that day, and you smiled at me and said, you love me, while watching the surveillance video of the fire scene.
You heard me say don't separate, I will be obedient, I will be very good and I will always take a 100% test, as long as you don't leave me, don't die, I cried loudly in the rain, I heard you blow our whistle with all your strength.
I will not cry.
You know.
I will keep going strong. Even if you really are not there, even if you suddenly think of you, even if you have experienced so many earth-shattering events.
because I know. you know too.
I love you.
Shh, don't say anything.
Because
otherwise, it'll be too much to take.
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