Love, like the seed you gave me, has withered and never sprouted again.
I've done my best to take care of it,
In the end, he still didn't grow up.
Happiness, you have given me, like a beautiful butterfly, flew to my world. But he quickly escaped from my space again.
Leaving a moment of beauty,
It also left the permanent pain of the drill heart.
Everything that was once has become very far away, and all your memories are like a kite with a broken line, trying desperately to grasp it but unable to do anything about it. It can only be made to fly higher and higher, farther and farther. Until the blur can't see clearly.
What a memory is!
I don't want to make any more effort to find out what it looks like?
It's a scene of acquaintance,
Or that glue-like beauty.
It was the back you left behind at that moment when you turned around.
Or the countless late-night struggles, the torments.
It's really no longer important.
When you see indifference in your eyes,
I know your heart is gone,
When those two words are going to be exported.
I know that vows are no longer important to you.
The moment you turn around mercilessly, everything will be like a bubble. Disappear in your life.
When the fear of loss becomes a prayer,
I've become hopelessly obsessed,
When tearing your heart and lungs turns into cowardice in front of you,
What you get is your merciless ridicule.
When greetings again and again are exchanged for extremely cold dialogue.
I told myself that waiting was really no longer important anymore.