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Love is sweet, since the moment of meeting; love is bitter, when quarrels arise; love is helpless, when we are forced to part. The first time we looked at each other and smiled, happiness was so close. Always naive to think that we will always be together and be happy like this, but I forget that fate will always play a joke on us, a joke that will make us suffer for the rest of our lives. The last time we met, the distance between you and me was only a corner, but separated by life and death. Watching your life pass by, I can move but only eyes, even the voice can not send out ....... Until this moment I realized that love is so small compared to death, and how deep love can not stop the footsteps of death. Also finally realized why it is said that the living are more painful - because I am still sadly alive.