Love. . .
The furthest goal that I can never reach
The thing I want the most but afraid to imagine
The thing I always hope for but never comes
Something I believe will bring happiness
But only brings pain until now
Oh God. . .
Did I not choose love when you asked me first?
Is my love story so tragic?
So at that time I decided not to get love in my life
Or is this the test I have to go through to get Your love?
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