All of me, to you.梁赋航
I can well remember everything about you: the servant, the furniture, the books, and the vase on your desk. Yet you never recognize me.
I can do whatever can get close to you. I can sleep on the cold and humid floor for the whole night just to look at your face for one second when you come back. Yet you never notice me.
I feel joyful when I recall the night when I first come into your room which is sacred to me. I never regret the choice I made that night. Yet you treat me, leave and totally forget me ever since.
I gave birth to our baby. And I struggled very hard to raise him. I even sold myself to the man who is kind to me but I never love, but I swear that I never betray you. Yet you know nothing about it.
I gave you white roses in your every birthday, hoping that it may remind you of my existence. Yet you keep it just out of curiosity, and give them away easily.
I can bear all the pain and sufferings, I can keep slient for more than ten years. Yet when I finally came to you again, you even thought of me as a prostitute.
I lost my own soul for you. And unfortunately my child, our child, left me.
Dear, my only hope, the last thing I can do for you, is not to bother your life, is to leave quitely and mutely since you can never visualize my face and recall my name. Never.
I am no accusing you, dear. Maybe it's all my fault.
' How can I afford to rebuke the supreme lover?
Dear, I give all of me to you, I do whatever I can to love you.
I am yours, from the very moment I see your smile and feel your warmth, from the moment you turn me into a woman.
. Because, dear, all I want, is the love from you.
But, tell me, dear, my dear.
Why do you forget me and leave me alone, for the whole 13 years？