Quit love
When I woke up in a hospital bed, I touched my stomach, and it was empty,
"Where's my baby, where's the baby, where's the child?" I cried out, and a terrible sadness came over me.
The other two people in the room, my husband, and my good friend, they looked at each other.
Remembering the conversation between the two of them before I fainted,
"What are you looking for me for?"
"I'm pregnant, it's yours."
I'm not going to love anymore, but someone is trying to provoke me.
Give me help, give me laughter, give me everything, and even threaten to give me a home.
I just want to live my life in peace, but someone wants to force me to be brave.
Well, I'm brave I grow, but how long am I going to continue?
It's like making a movie, I want to experience bitterness, sadness, warmth and tenderness, but I don't know if the ending is the same.
I just want to be a caterpillar, but you want me to be a butterfly, I can listen to you, love you, promise to have you a baby, but you are not allowed to control my life, because I didn't give you that right.
Once we tear our faces, will you still remember your promise?
