She left. She said she should not let her heart drift out of the family, she must shoulder her responsibility. But when she left , she said that I was the most important man in her life. Then she left me rashly and lightly. So no one could be responsible for the love between us. I can only endure the solitude by myself.
　　 Maybe it was right for her to leave me. Maybe the love should not take place between us. Maybe my suffering is decreed by fate. Maybe…………there is no maybe.
　　 Buddist scripture says: It is full of suffering in people’s birth, old age, illness and death. One only if he dispel his desire, his spirit can enter the heaven next life.
　　 So I can do nothing but forget, forget the feelings, forget the kiss, forget the promises, forget the love we have ever owned in the past.
　　 Maybe forgetting is happiness, to you, to me and to everyone.