I waited for you quietly for a long time, but I was used to waiting.
There is a city in everyone's heart. There lives an impossible person who has passed through youth for a while, but will be stranded in memory for a lifetime.
The dream is gone, the heart is broken, leaving just to prepare for leaving.
At that moment, something unexpected will always happen. Is it the result of the past, but now? I don't want to say any more. I don't want to see what other people think of me. I always live like this. I care where you are.
I want to build a wall in front of everyone and don't want them to enter my world again.
In your memory, there is always the most difficult time to let go, but no one understands you.
You can rest assured that I will not pretend to be pathetic to keep you.
Happiness died. He married loneliness as his companion, and then had a child called Memory.
From then on, I met the green mountains, met the white fog, and tasted the bitterness and solitude of the world alone, but I could not meet you again.
With you, I lost myself. Without you, how I wish I lost myself again.