I love my great Japanese man so much. Yamada and I go back a long way. It seemed that he cared me a lot and had a special feeling to me. I knew it, but I ignored this and just considered him one of my best friends. A few years ago, I told him that I was falling in love with a guy. He looked at me for a long time, hugged me and said to me: "Be happy, my friend". However, the guy I loved was very bad, he loved me and another girl at the same time; sometimes he violated me in secret. When I know this guy was betraying me, and I decided to say goodbye to him. I was so disappointed and heartbroken; at that time Yamada still stood by me and helped me to be stronger.
I moved to tears because of his true love. I realize that happiness is simple, it's around us that sometimes we don't know. From then on, I have learnt Japanese to visit his country one day.