Love is lost by you. Sadness is my hobby.
Facing the future, you may be helpless or confused, but you will never rely on it.
Love means that there is no beautiful word to describe my feelings for you.
Some people say that loneliness is the space to see a friend, find him wearing clothes he has never seen, surrounded by people he doesn't know, and surrounded by scenery he has never seen.
I don't want to see you feel sorry for her. Even if I'm not your person, I'll be distressed.
I can't seem to leave this place without the pain in my heart. In this almost deserted place, I don't know how many lonely and melancholy days I have spent.
Looking up, I saw a different and changeable sky.
Memories are always staged in silence. Memories are always staged in silence. Those scenes seem to have happened yesterday.
If I am absent-minded and send you a lot of words when you are not online, it means that I have fallen in love with you.
Scholars die for their confidants, and women protect themselves. But people's heart is complex and unpredictable, their appearance is easy to age, and years are difficult to stay.
I'm afraid I won't have time to miss you as before.
I don't know if I've been used to your existence since that day. Would I be inexplicably flustered without you. But you finally left, even though I struggled to stay.