Like a person, miss her (him) every day, heartache and vomiting blood, there is always a place to bleed. Where did this blood come from?
I know we can't go back to the beginning. I know that we have gradually faded out of each other's world. I know our love is doomed to be imperfect. I also know that we have missed each other in this life. The only thing that can make me feel less sad is that I have been living in my own fantasy.