The Riddle of Sorrow

: For someone as empathetic as you, the burden of sorrow would naturally be much heavier. Just being around you seems to make the clouds in my mind's sky drift away, bit by bit.

You know, these days I feel terribly uncomfortable in the shadow of people's exaggerated behavior—these very people wouldn't hesitate for a moment to plunge a knife into my chest if they got the chance.

: Yesterday you unconsciously let slip that you too had been fortunate enough to experience true love.—I was stunned by such a confession from you.

: When expectations rise, love is destroyed, but in the heights of waiting, love touches the sky—touches you.

: But you didn't say why you're still so desperate to nurture his one-sided love within yourself even today. Can a heart really be touched so firmly?

: If I could see him just one more time, I would only tell him not to keep me alive any longer in his regrets. From the moment I looked into the depths of that wounded, scarred chest, I haven't been able to forgive myself to this day.