I can't explain our misery,
but maybe after death, they'll call us the Romeo and Juliet of reality.
I thought tragedies like Shakespeare's were only fairytales.
But now I know, since our tragedy is much more tragic than any other fairytales in comparison.
If I could, I would turn back time to before I met you. Meeting you was the worst decision of my life.
I ruined your life.
Only if you could live a happy life, I wouldn't care. Even if you're with another guy.
Though that would tear me into a million pieces that could never be put back together,
Seeing you smile would heal my heart.
So it's okay.
But now it's too late.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
It's all my fault.
It's all my fault.
Don't forgive me.