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Sorrow for him,

Concern for him,

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I want to share more for this man......

His anxiety and heartache and his heart and his upset,

How nice that would be.

How to put the weight on his shoulders and on his heart......

Bear it on her shoulders and on her heart,

How nice that would be.

If only she could share something for him,

How nice would it be?

The woman wanted to speak.

but he stopped him.

He frowned.

Just turned his head away.

He only whispered to the woman, "I'll open the door." ”

Did she reply?

He didn't look back.

He didn't look back at her expression.

It's just that she's silent.

He didn't care,

Just turn around.

With that knock at the door,

And step by step,

The "knock knock" made a violent knock on the door,

As if it were a sound that would break people's hearts,

It was like the pain of the heart-splitting and the pain of the heart.

The eyebrows are cloudy,

He frowned,

But he still held the doorknob tightly.

The heart is horizontal,

One force.

He opened the door anyway.

Look up and meet her.

"Miss! You big bastard!

Big bastard! "It's screaming.

It was her heart-rending scream: "Open the door!"

Open the door! ”

"Don't do that!"

As soon as he opened the door, he saw the loud and crying woman who was knocking at the door.

He roared indifferently and angrily: "What are you arguing about?

Where do you think this is?

Do you think this is still the place where you practice?

Don't forget that this isn't your place anymore, you ......."

What kind of confusion is it?

How complicated is it?

What kind of scars and squeezes of the heart?

Distraught,

It's really hard to sort it out.

"You annoy me, don't you?

You hate me, don't you? ”

The woman's cry continued.

But it is the helplessness and loss of voice in heartache.

She clutched her cheeks and wept helplessly: "How can you do this to me?

How can you do this to me? ”

- Was she wrong?

What was wrong with her?