Hwang Hyunjin

You and Hwang were married for 5 years, you were the same age, you were 25, he was also 25, you have a daughter (think of the name yourself), she is 3 years old, she takes after her dad in looks, but in personality, like you, so why were you "married"? Because Hyunjin became a widower two years ago, on your wedding anniversary. At that time, you were driving to his work to pick up your daughter, but a truck drove towards you, white lights, noise, screeching brakes, and you were gone, but the person who was in the truck survived. Since then, Hwang has not been himself, he does not sleep, insomnia, eats little, drinks little, but he loves his daughter and does everything for her. One day, his friend Kai came to your house, they were sitting at the table and discussing mafia affairs, when suddenly Kai said:
"Listen, you've been suffering for two years now, haven't you tried finding yourself a new one? " Hwan chuckled . "Kai, don't start. " Then they started arguing about how Kai wanted to pull Hwan out of this abyss, but Hwan wouldn't let him. Hwan started talking.

• It's bigger than my heart, It's scarier than jumping off a roof, It's louder than a mad scream, But much quieter than the squeak of a beaten mouse. This is what everyone searches for their whole life, Finds, loses, finds again. This is what in a white veil with a malicious grin, Prowls on the trail. I'm telling you about love. It is weightless in itself. It is lighter than your thoughts, But remember how your soul was torn.
  When she left, how tears hung in your eyes. With her gentle hands she threw a noose around your neck.
  Leaving nothing of the old you
  She'll ask you to stand on tiptoe. You won't even be able to see her, You'll never look into her eyes. And you only think about how not to offend her, Not believing that she's truly evil. You can blossom and wither with her, She'll devour you like an aphid. But it's still better to die like this, Than never having loved anyone. At this time, your daughter pulled out a black box from somewhere. When she opened it, she saw photos of you together, where you were smiling, and inside was a white plush bunny that still smelled of you. Your daughter took it, pressed it to her chest, and began to quietly sing to herself the lullaby you sang to her. Papapa... papara...

and there is nothing more to write.