Unexpected departure

 　　If meeting was an accident, I hope missing you was too! Don't cry because of my departure, don't live in the shadows every day, because I love you so much and forgive you so much.

　　My dear, do you still remember the happiness we shared? They thought we would be happily "mutually devoted" like this.

　　My dear, please don't be angry, afraid it will hurt your health. You don't need to be like this, because you don't deserve it for me.

　　Actually, the moment I left you, tears streamed down my face, but I forced myself to leave, enduring the pain.

　　Actually, I know your heart too; I haven't forgotten your meticulous care for me, the sweat you shed for me.

　　Although our memories are perfect, and I still miss you, I don't want to see you suffer anymore.

　　Although we both hoped that love could last forever, that we would give everything without complaining.

　　Hehe, it's my fault. Please let me bear the blame alone; I will take it to heaven to heal. My love for you can only be given to you in the next life; I will atone for the debt with the prayer beads of heaven.

　　My dear, I love you. Please forgive my departure again, because I'm afraid you will be even more lonely in the future.

　　Remember my last words: find someone good to be with, forget me, and I'll leave with a smile.

　　I'll be blessing you from heaven, watching over you and her as you build a family of three that belongs to us.

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